The Petrol Hunt

Jezza hung up the receiver and leaned against the inside of the phone box, wiping sweat from his brow. He scanned the street - nothing. No shambling corpses, no eerie groans. Just the distant hush of an empty world. He stepped out cautiously, eyes darting left and right before making his way to the van. Another quick glance for unwanted company, then he climbed inside, pulling the passenger door shut with a firm click. A voice came from the back of the transit. "So, what did Del say then?" It was Hamster, his sharp gaze peering out from beneath a well-worn flat cap. Jezza exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. "He's gutted. Raquel didn’t make it. Came back as one of them." He hesitated. "I didn’t mention Sabine putting her down." Hamster gave a slow nod, then asked, "And the gun? The petrol?" Jezza grimaced. "The shotgun you found in the caravan - that was the gun." He let that sink in before continuing....