Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 8
But it wasn’t only the Three Crowns that was becoming a centre of resistance, in the British Legion Club, old Sam Parry was having his, usual after three pints of best bitter, rant. ‘Zombies don’t scare me, ya know, I was with Monty in the desert and all through Italy up to Adolf’s front door, they come botherin’ me or my missus, i’ll see ’em off, I’m an old campaigner, I was one of Monty’s desert rats!’
‘Ok! Sam, but I do know what scares you? your Junie comin’ in here looking for you, that really scares you.’ replied Dave, the steward. ‘I don’t care what you say, this is my home, I fought for it once, and no bloody Zombie is gonna come here throwing his weight around, or he’ll get it, I’m not the only old campaigner, you know! Zombies or not, I bet they don’t like it up ’em!
‘Calm down, Sam! there are a half dozen of you, all with mobility scooters, you’re not in the Armoured Corps now?’ said Dave truthfully. ‘You’re not thinking this through, we have mobility, we have a little armour, the six of us could make a real mess of a street full of Zombies! declared Sam. ‘If you are leading the Armed Resistance, Sam, could you use some heavy artillery? asked Freddy Jones, the local milkman. ‘I have two milk floats, one driver, one aimer throwing rotten veg, eggs or if things get desperate, empty milk bottles. ‘Sounds good to me! said Sam happily, ‘You’re on! And so, The Littlehampton Armoured Resistance Corps was formed, Strictly for the duration of this present threat.
(C) Damian Grange 2018