AN ACT OF LOVE [2]

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'It's something dead,' said Xian Mei. 'An animal maybe.'

Sam broke cover, machete in one hand, flare pistol in the other. 'Let's check it out.'

They crept along the aisle towards the shape. It didn't move. It was only when they were a few meters away that Sam realized what it was.

'Aw, man,' he muttered.

It wasn't a single shape, but several – several bodies, in fact. It looked like a family: a man and a woman in their mid-thirties, a girl of maybe six or seven, and a boy wearing nothing but a nappy and a white T-shirt, who could have been no older than three.

They hadn't been killed or eaten by zombies, but shot through the head.

The man, who looked as though he might originally have come from China or Vietnam, was lying on his back, half across the woman, a stubby black handgun in a pool of blood on the floor by his outstretched right hand.

Both the children and the woman appeared to have been shot through the backs of their skulls, the bullets having erupted out of their faces.

The man's exit wound, however, was in the top of his head, suggesting that he had put the gun in his mouth and angled it upwards towards his brain before pulling the trigger.

Xian Mei looked at the carnage sadly, wafting at the flies that buzzed above the corpses. 'This was an act of love,' she said.

Sam turned his head away, sickened. 'That doesn't mean it ain't messed up.'

Purna stepped forward and bent to pick up the gun, glutinous threads of blood remaining attached to it for a couple of seconds before snapping.

'Waste not, want not,' she said, handing Sam the man's gun and her own. 'Hold these a second, will you?'

She squatted down and began to go through the dead man's pockets.

'What are you doing?' asked Xian Mei.

'Looking for ammunition,' replied Purna. There was a metallic jingle, and she nodded in satisfaction.

Holding up a handful of loose cartridges, she said, 'It's not much, but it's better than nothing.'

Sam had been spattered with a lot of zombie blood over the past few hours, but feeling the cold, sticky, almost jelly-like blood of the dead man that coated one side of the gun was worse somehow.

Grimacing, he wiped as much of it as he could on the side of a cardboard box on one of the metal shelves.

Then he took the cartridges from Purna and loaded the gun, making sure the safety was on before slipping it into his jacket pocket.

They spent the next half-hour checking out the shelves in the warehouse, selecting provisions and stacking up boxes to the left of the loading-bay doors.

They went mainly for bottled water and non-perishable goods that could be eaten cold if necessary – tinned food, crackers, biscuits.

They also grabbed themselves a few essential toiletries – soap, shampoo, toilet paper, toothbrushes, toothpaste.

When they had chosen what they needed from the warehouse, they moved deeper into the building, towards the double doors at the back of the room that led on to the shop floor.

The right-hand door opened easily, and they slipped through into the public part of the supermarket.

The neatly stacked shelves, silent aisles, unmanned checkouts, stacks of baskets, and rows of trolleys were currently bathing under a softly glowing half-light, everything set out and ready for another day's trading. Standing there and looking around, it suddenly struck Sam that it was a day that would never come.

He couldn't imagine when life would return to normal here on Banoi – or, indeed, if it ever would. Certainly, it seemed likely that long before then the fresh fruit and vegetables would have withered or turned to gloop, and the bread and cakes would have gone green and rotten in their cellophane packets.

The meat, too, would decay, and before long the entire building – like many other buildings on Banoi – would start to stink like a charnel house. The sheer horror of that prospect all at once threatened to overwhelm him, making him feel breathless and sick.

'You OK?' asked Purna, frowning.

Sam pulled himself together with an effort and gave a curt nod. 'I'm cool,' he muttered.

Xian Mei pointed off to the right.

'The pharmacy counter is over there. Aisle two.'

Purna nodded. 'OK. Let's take this slowly.'

They moved forward, Sam's rubber-soled shoes squeaking slightly on the polished floor. There was the faint hum of fluorescent lighting overhead but no other sound. Xian Mei had suggested that as well as looking for Mr. Owen's Nadolol, they should also stock up on basic medical supplies, dietary supplements, and vitamin pills.

She grabbed a metal basket from a rack, which provided an almost comical contrast to the blood-smeared machete in her other hand. When they reached the pharmacy section, Xian Mei rounded the counter while Sam and Purna kept watch.

Swiftly, the Chinese girl scanned the shelves and began filling her basket with vitamins, painkillers, and other over-the-counter medication.

'There's no Nadolol here,' she said. 'If they have any, it'll be in the back.' She crossed to a white door at the back of the counter and tried the handle. 'Locked. Though I think I could probably kick it open.'

Purna nodded. 'Go for it.'

Xian Mei stood back, centered herself, then kicked out at the door. She did it twice more in quick succession, the flat of her foot impacting just to the right of the handle.

In the silent, high-ceilinged room, the sound boomed and echoed, causing Sam to grit his teeth. On the fourth kick, there was a crunch and the door flew open.

Xian Mei entered the tiny, shelf-filled room and emerged within fifteen seconds, holding up a number of white boxes. 'Success,' she said – and then her eyes abruptly widened. 'Sam, look out!'

Sam turned just as an enormously fat man in a gore-spattered green T-shirt burst from the cover of a nearby aisle and crashed into him.

Both he and his attacker went down in a heap, Sam smashing his head against the bottom of the counter. The gun flew out of his hand and skidded away across the floor.

Dazed, he could barely defend himself as the zombie snarled and snapped like a rabid dog, baring its teeth and lunging forward in an effort to tear out his throat.

Unable to risk shooting the zombie for fear of hitting Sam, Purna flipped the shotgun around and smashed the butt of it into the side of the creature's head. Its cheekbone broke with a brittle crunch, and its head snapped back, but it was only a momentary respite.

Eyes fluttering, Sam raised his hands to keep the creature's teeth from his face, howling in pain as it bit into the side of his wrist. Purna hit the zombie again, catching it just behind the ear, but again the blow seemed to have little effect.

Xian Mei vaulted over the counter and joined in the fight. She hacked at

the zombie's back with her machete, opening terrible wounds which gushed with foul-smelling, partly congealed blood.

Purna, meanwhile, rammed the stock of the shotgun between Sam and the creature, trying to pry the zombie off him, or at least prevent it from tearing out his throat.

Composing herself, Xian Mei took aim and then brought the machete down with precision, slicing through the back of the zombie's neck and severing its spinal cord.

The creature began to thrash and convulse, its limbs jerking spasmodically. Putting aside their weapons and working together for a moment, Purna and Xian Mei were able to haul the creature off Sam.

It lay on its back, its mouth opening and closing, like a fish washed up on the shore. Xian Mei picked up her machete, stepped forward, and beheaded the creature with two blows.

The rage faded from its eyes, and it stopped moving.