‘Open the bloody door,’ Emma screamed.
The lock clicked and they were inside. Michael gestured for Emma to get in while he went back for Carl. The other survivor could hardly move. He was physically and emotionally destroyed.
A few seconds longer and the three of them were back inside the farmhouse with the front door locked and secure.
‘Get him into the kitchen,’ Emma ordered. Michael dragged Carl through and lay him on the cold and hard tiled floor.
‘Think he’s going to be all right?’ he asked breathlessly.
She shrugged her shoulders.
‘Don’t know,’ she mumbled as she checked his injuries. Nothing too deep. Nothing obviously serious. Just flesh wounds.
They were distracted by a dull thumping sound from the other side of the room. Michael looked up to see that a crowd of bodies had gathered at the kitchen window. With heavy, uncoordinated hands they began to bang relentlessly on the glass.
‘Upstairs,’ he shouted. ‘Move!’
Emma didn’t argue. Between the two of them they grabbed hold of Carl and hauled him up to the bedrooms.
Once they had laid him down on Emma’s bed Michael left the room and slowly walked around the top floor of the house. He looked out through virtually every window and stared out at in horror at the nightmarish sight which greeted him. His worst fears had been realised.
The house was completely surrounded.
43
‘Jesus,’ Michael hissed as he stared down from the window in Emma’s room. ‘There are more and more of those fucking things coming in by the second. There are bloody thousands of them down there.’
Emma had been sitting with Carl who lay motionless on the bed. She got up and walked over to where Michael stood and glanced down over his shoulder into the farmyard below. He was right – there was already a dense crowd of hundreds of detestable figures surrounding the house and their numbers were increasing constantly. They continually poured in through the gap where the gate on the bridge had been.
‘Why do they keep coming?’ she asked under her breath. ‘We came here because we thought there would be fewer of them, so why do they keep coming here?’ She knew that Michael couldn’t give her any definite answers to her questions, but she felt a need to ask anyway.
‘I don’t know,’ he replied. ‘I still think it’s got to be the noise.’
‘But we’ve not been making any noise.’
‘We have compared to the rest of the world. Christ, how many times have we been through this? The whole planet is bloody silent. Every time one of us moves you must be able to hear it for miles around.’
‘So the sound of the car engines…’
‘Keeps attracting them. And even when the sound dies down, I think they’re staying close because they know we’re nearby.’
‘Do you really think so?’
He nodded sadly.
‘It would explain why there are so many of them around here now, wouldn’t it?’
‘So if we stay indoors and keep quiet and out of sight for a while then they should…’
He shook his head with a resigned sadness.
‘I don’t think that’s going to work anymore,’ he sighed.
‘Why not?’
Rather than answer her, Michael instead just opened the bedroom window slightly. The sudden forcing noise as he pushed the sticking window open caused a ripple of excitement to quickly spread through the rotting crowd below.
‘Just listen to that,’ he whispered.
Emma did as she was told, and was soon aware of a cold, alien sound coming from the diseased hordes below. The shuffling of weary, leaden feet, the occasional guttural groan, the sound of clumsy bodies tripping and falling – each individually insignificant noise combined to create a constant, chilling soundtrack.
‘It’s too late for us to just sit still and play dead now,’ Michael explained. ‘It’s got to the stage where they’re making enough noise by themselves to keep attracting more and more of them here. And with a crowd of this size, it doesn’t matter how quiet we are, the bastard things are going to keep coming regardless.’
As realisation dawned, Emma stepped back from the window, sat down on a chair and rested her head in her hands.
‘So what do we do now?’ she asked anxiously.
Michael didn’t answer.
A heavy and ominous quiet descended on the room, disturbed only by the noise from outside and by Carl who groaned in pain.
