Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 25
Sam however had found a purpose in his life, the old campaigner, although in his early nineties had found a new lease in life, once more he had a cause. He and his kind had defeated Hitler and his Nazi hordes, he had no intention of letting his town be overrun by a load of bloody Zombies.
Sam had been drilling his Squadron of mobility scooters with an iron hand, he wanted them to be at the forefront of the resistance. He had persuaded a joiner friend to manufacture a contraption, roughly based on a medieval Quintain, basically a swinging bag that revolved making it difficult to hit.
Sam’s lancers drilled for hours, prodding at the contraption with their brush handles, ‘Hit ’em where it hurts, in the belly or the balls, let ’em know who they are messing with, take no prisoners, give no quarter!’ was Sam’s battlecry.
It must be said, that not all of the lancers shared Sam’s enthusiasm, but in all fairness to them, they were not all battle hardened, medal wearing veterans like Sam. Like lemmings they followed their leader, it would be cowardly to do otherwise.
But even Sam, their leader, had someone he was answerable too, this was made patently obvious one day, when June Parry appeared on their training ground. June, a woman of few words, said, ‘Sam Parry, your dinner is on the table, get your arse in gear, now!’ Sam left, with what little dignity he could muster. And the remainder of his Squadron dispersed with him.
(C) Damian Grange 2018