The Scimitar fuel lasted us for just over 27 miles, I was suprised, the way my luck had been going I would have guessed it wouldn’t have gotten us half that, but we finally ground to a halt a mile and a half outside the town of Shrewsbury.
Packing all we could salvage into are bergen, we headed out into the town with the hope of reaching the army barracks located in the middle of Shrewsbury.
It was hard work, little rain had fallen for the past 6 weeks, and the air was thick and dry yet we made good progress.
I was second in line, following Lance Corporal Roberts, behind me was Privates Lee and taken up the rear was Corporal Romero as tail end charlie. The undead had a nasty habit of sneeking up on you I tell you know. We were all equipped with the L85A2 with only 3 full magazines left, I also carried my 9mm browning in my holster.
We were unopposed till we reached the welsh bridge, half way across Roberts right hand shot up, and gestured to the far side. A small group were slowly get meanfully shambling towards.
Almost instanly we moved into line, crouching down, there must have been only 15 but the shots would attract more and we couldn’t fight are way around, the recently deseaced were blocking our paths and we needed to open it up.
sbumitted by chazster
