Zombies by the Sea – Excerpt 42
As the Zombie hordes approached the intersection, the two milk floats harried their rear, bombarding them with an assortment of rotten vegetables. The Zombies to escape this barrage, broke ranks and ran down any side street that led off from the intersection.
All credit due to the Zombies, they were not routed, just dispersed. As before, they staggered aimlessly on, still intent on playing their role. No matter what distraction the citizens of Littlehampton provided. They had been paid to put on a show, and in the best shoe business traditions…..the show must go on!
Once they were split into manageable units, Sam Parry’s Lancers, The Women’s Institute Ladies armed with their brollies and placards and other citizens armed with a variety of weapons began their attack on the now depleted Zombies. It would be nice to say it was a hard fought for victory, but it was too well planned. The Zombies were outnumbered and surprised by the sheer ferocity of the attack. They knew that people were opposed to them being there, but they never expected anything like this. Not this level of violence.
The Lancers as instructed by Sam, knew their business well. Sam had told them the only places to aim for were belly and balls, but of course the latter would only apply to Zombies of the male gender, females belly only, but best to leave them to the brollies and placards of the Women’s Institute, who were also having a field day.
One thing that rather surprised the local resistance fighters, the Zombies for all their scary looks, when it came down to hand to hand combat would sooner run away screaming and that was men as well as women.
But then again, they were mostly failed theatricals, so they were probably all duckie’s, or at worst professional gays. No wonder they were squealing like big girl’s blouses thought Sam Parry.
(C) Damian Grange 2018