The City

Christ’s sake.’
    ‘So what do you suggest?’
    Michael didn’t answer immediately. His attention had been caught by a group of bodies about a hundred meters away. For no apparent reason they seemed to be fighting, almost ripping each other apart. An unstoppable reaction to the sudden outburst of movement and violence quickly spread through much of the rest of the gathering.
    ‘All we can do is wait,’ he replied. ‘We either wait for the soldiers to appear again and try and get their attention or we wait until this crowd starts to thin out and try and get away from here.’
    ‘When’s that likely to happen?’
    He shrugged his shoulders.
    ‘No idea. Sometime in the next six months I should think.’
    She didn’t appreciate his answer.
    ‘Be serious,’ she sighed. ‘We can’t just sit here indefinitely, can we?’
    He shrugged his shoulders again.
    ‘If we can’t get out of here then we don’t seem to have much choice.’

48
    Cooper wished that he’d thought to try and set up some kind of communication system between the van and the two prison trucks. Even a couple of basic two way radios would have been sufficient. As if the effort of driving through the devastated remains of the country wasn’t enough, he was also having to contend with appalling weather conditions and keep his speed slow enough so that he didn’t lose the two trucks which laboured slowly after the van. It wasn’t going to be easy to find the base again. He knew the general route but the morning light was low and everything seemed to have changed since he’d last driven there. The world around him had continued to rot, crumble and decay rendering it frequently unrecognisable. Relentless heavy rain added to the confusion.
    The huge, dark shadows of the city which had surrounded them constantly for weeks were now nothing more than distant specks on the murky horizon behind them. The convoy of vehicles made slow progress away from the dead town and deeper into the countryside. Cooper drove along the hard shoulder of a macabre motorway scene. The lanes of the wide road were strewn with the tightly packed wrecks of thousands of crashed cars. Once one of the busiest stretches of motorway in the country, the road was now a bizarre sight - a frozen, rusting, rotting traffic jam.
    Cooper rubbed his eyes and massaged his temples.
    Concerned, Donna leant forward to speak to him.
    ‘You all right?’ she asked.
    ‘Fine,’ he snapped as he steered around the remains of a car which had smashed into the back of another, leaving its boot sticking out in his path. He glanced up into the rear view mirror and watched as Steve Armitage ploughed the larger truck into 258
    the car, sending it flipping up into the air and spiralling down onto the top of other vehicles, crushing the bodies still trapped helplessly inside.
    The underground base was located some thirty miles outside the city and they had already travelled almost two thirds of the distance. Although increasingly unsure of its precise location, Cooper did remember the names of the villages nearby and was fairly confident of finding his way there again. The complex was buried in a remote and inconspicuous area of land. By its very nature it was always going to be difficult to find.
    The sound of a truck’s horn cut through the otherwise still morning air. Donna turned and peered through the back window of the van. A short distance behind them Steve Armitage had slowed down and was flashing his lights furiously.
    ‘Shit,’ Cooper cursed, slamming on the brakes and bringing the van to a sudden stop.
    ‘What is it?’ Jack Baxter asked anxiously.
    ‘Don’t know,’ Cooper replied. ‘Can’t see the other truck.’
    Baxter opened the door and jumped out of the van and ran back down the road towards the first truck. He climbed up onto the driver’s footplate. Armitage wound the window down to speak to him.
    ‘What’s the matter?’ he asked, wiping spitting rain from his face.
    Armitage gestured over his shoulder.
    ‘They’re stuck,’ he said simply. ‘I think I clipped the side of a car and dragged it out into his way.’
    Baxter peered further down the road. Armitage was right. The back of the truck had become entangled with the wreck of a car and had somehow tugged it out across the narrow stretch of road which the convoy had been moving along. Cooper suddenly appeared at his side.
    ‘Too much noise. Kill the engine,’ he said to Armitage who quickly did as he was