The Dead

‘But won’t it be hard to get there?’ asked Phil, the smallest acolyte.

‘The Lamb will test us,’ said Matt, and he scrabbled through his scorched pages for a couple of minutes before he found the passage he was looking for. ‘The first angel sounded his trumpet, and there came hail and fire mixed with blood, and it was hurled down upon the earth. A third of the earth was burned up, a third of the trees were burned up, and all the green grass was burned up. The second angel sounded his trumpet, and a third of the sea turned into blood, and a third of the ships were destroyed. You see, we’ll have to go through fire, and rivers of blood.’

‘And a shipwreck?’ asked another acolyte.

‘Maybe.’

‘That sounds a bit scary,’ said Phil. ‘This is all a bit too real. It was all right in the chapel. I don’t like it out here. It’s like a ghost town.’

‘Do not be afraid,’ said Matt, quoting again. ‘I am the First and the Last. I am the Living One. I was dead, and behold I am alive forever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades. You see? The Lamb will look after us.’

Jack sighed. He didn’t have an iPod he could plug into his ears. The battery had long ago died on him. He wasn’t sure he could put up with seven hours of this.

13

Ed was walking along with Malik and Bam. Bam as cheerful as ever. It seemed that not even the rain could spoil his good mood.

‘Don’t you ever get miserable, Bam?’ Ed asked.

‘Nope.’

‘Or scared?’

‘Nope.’

‘Why not? What’s your secret?’

‘I have no imagination,’ Bam said in a very matter-of-fact way. ‘Never have done. Never will. Works just fine for me.’

‘Do you think we’re doing the right thing?’ Ed said quietly. ‘Going to the countryside and everything?’

‘God knows,’ said Bam. ‘Just don’t think about it, mate. Onwards and upwards and outwards!’ With that Bam gave Ed a hefty slap on the back and strode off to catch up with his friend Piers.

‘You worry about things, don’t you, Ed?’ said Malik. ‘You never used to.’

‘There’s a lot to worry about.’

‘We’re going to be all right, Ed. We’ll find a barn to sleep in. A river to drink from. Maybe there’ll be cows we can milk, sheep and chickens.’

‘Pigs,’ Ed added.

‘Technically I’m not supposed to eat pork,’ said Malik. ‘But I guess God might let me off if I’m just trying to stay alive.’

‘It’ll be like going back to Victorian times,’ said Ed. ‘We can set up a sort of commune.’

‘We’ll need to find some girls,’ said Malik.

‘What, you mean to clean and cook?’

‘No.’ Malik shook his head in exasperation. ‘That’s not what I meant.’

‘All right, don’t sound so misunderstood, Malik,’ Ed protested. ‘I know what your lot are like when it comes to women – keeping them in the home doing the housework and all that.’

‘We’re not all like that, Ed. Just like you Christians aren’t all the same.’

‘I’m not sure I am a Christian,’ Ed said.

‘Whatever.’ Malik shrugged. ‘I meant we’ll need to find some girls if we want to start repopulating the world.’

‘Fair point. We’ve got Frédérique for a start. We’ll find others. Nice country wenches.’

‘Let’s hope we can persuade them to join us,’ said Malik. ‘I don’t know that much about girls.’

‘Do you ever wish you’d gone to a mixed-sex school?’ Ed asked.

‘My parents would never have allowed it,’ said Malik. ‘They’re not that strict Muslims, but there are some things they’re quite old-fashioned about.’

‘They don’t know about that girlfriend you had that time?’

‘No way.’

‘Whatever happened to her, anyway?’

‘She dumped me for an older boy,’ said Malik. ‘He had his own car and everything. Plus he didn’t have any pesky Muslim hang-ups.’

‘How very shallow,’ said Ed, putting on a nasal nerdy voice.

‘Indeed,’ said Malik, copying the voice. ‘How very shallow.’

Joh

He tried asking her about her cat, about France, about her school, but he could get nothing out of her, not even a grunt. In the end he told her about himself. He thought at least it might distract her. He told her how he had grown up in Dover. How his dad worked for the customs department at the ferry port. How he had two sisters, his parents were divorced and he’d got into the school on a sports scholarship. He explained how he lived for rugger. The French played rugger too, so he thought she might be interested in that, even though in his experience girls weren’t really that much into rugger.

‘I’m into music as well,’ he said. ‘It’s not just rugger. I don’t much like indie music, though, and hate R&B. I like anything LOUD.’

He couldn’t remember when he’d last heard any music. You needed electricity to hear anything. Had all the music in the world just disappeared along with the power? What a weird idea, to think that there would be no more AC/DC, no more Led Zep and Nirvana and the Rolling Stones and the Stone Roses …

Best not say anything about all that to Frédérique; he was meant to be cheering her up, wasn’t he? He’d only bring her down even further if he started to point out all the things that no longer existed because there wasn’t any electricity.

The Internet, music, TV, films …

Bloody hell.

They were coming up to the Futures Enterprise Zone – The Fez. A modern development of low brick buildings each with its own parking area in front.

Bam caught up with Joh

‘I’ve been thinking,’ he said.

‘Are you sure that’s a good idea?’ Joh

‘Ha, ha, laughed the man,’ said Bam. ‘No, listen, there’s that tool-hire place in The Fez. We should check it out. We could really get tooled up, if you’ll pardon the pun. Most of us have still only got bits of broken bed and sticks. There’ll be axes in there, crowbars … chainsaws.’

He said ‘chainsaws’ with such relish that Joh

‘Might be worth a look,’ he said.

‘Come on then.’

Bam spread the news and they veered off the road into The Fez, which looked as deserted as everywhere else in Rowhurst.

They passed the carpet warehouse and there ahead of them was the tool-hire shop. It looked untouched, though there was evidence of fire damage to the laminating factory to the right. The steel shutter over the loading bay was rolled up and inside it was blackened and sooty.

Ed and Malik were in the middle of the party, still discussing girls. Not really paying much attention to where they were.

‘We’ve got to think practically,’ Malik was saying. ‘We need to make sure the human race doesn’t die out. It’s hard to imagine – but us lot, we’re the future.’

Ed looked around at the others. ‘It’s not much of a future, is it? A bunch of public school boys and a girl with a cat in a box.’

‘We’ll find other kids,’ said Malik. ‘We can’t be the only ones who’ve survived.’

‘Well, it’s certainly looking that way so far,’ said Ed.

‘No,’ said Malik. ‘You’ll see. For the first time in weeks I’m starting to feel positive. Not too positive, mind, let’s not get carried away here, but I really think that –’

Malik was gone.

One second Ed was talking to him, and the next …

It took Ed a moment to process the information, to make sense of what he’d seen – the brief flash of a face in the darkness of the factory doorway, a white face with black eyes and yellow teeth, two hands reaching towards Malik’s neck.