Chapter
Three: Road To Nowhere
Jess
Our problems continued as we pulled off the
driveway. As if murderous lunatics weren’t enough, we had a slightly more
mundane issue to contend with. I glanced down at the fuel gauge again, willing
it to tell me something different. The orange warning light came on to
spite me.
I had been meaning to
get petrol all week but something had always come up and I hadn’t got around to
it. How was I supposed to know we’d be running for our lives?
I decided not to tell
the others about the lack of fuel as I reached forward and turned off my TV
theme tunes CD. Tasha was already having a full blown freak out in the back and
it wouldn’t take much more to push Beth over the edge.
I was having trouble
getting my head around the situation myself. There was a blood thirsty mob in
our street. Why couldn’t pirates have invaded instead? Especially ones that
looked like Orlando Bloom. We could have commandeered a ship and gone sailing off
into the sunset. After that...
“Watch it dude!”
yelled Beth as she leaned across me and jerked the wheel to the left.
“Wha...?” I snapped
out of my day dream as the car swerved violently across the road, narrowly
avoiding the first of the crazies. We ended up tipped over slightly as two
wheels went up on the pavement. Beth let go of the wheel and I steered us back
onto the road.
“I
know psychos must be worth a lot of points but that doesn’t mean you should
actually try and hit them!” shouted Tasha from the back. She had her phone
pressed to her ear.
“Sorry. Got distracted,” I said sheepishly.
“Yeah, well... mind
on the road,” said Beth gruffly as she settled back into her seat.
She had a point.
There were abandoned belongings all over the road as well as the odd car. On a
couple of occasions there was something that looked horribly like a body,
although I tried not to look too closely. That went double for the one I didn’t
see in time and ran over.
“What was that?”
asked Beth as we went over the unexpected bump.
“Nothing,” I said quickly.
“Was that...?”
“No. No it wasn’t.”
An awkward silence
settled over the car. Time to change the subject.
“Have you managed to
get through to the police yet?” I called, realising I hadn’t heard Tasha
talking to anyone. I glanced back at her in the rear-view mirror. Tasha was
staring at her phone’s screen, a frown creasing her forehead.
“I can’t get the call
to go through,” she said, tapping in 999 again.
“What?”
“It sounds like its
engaged, it’s really weird.”
“Screw it – we’ll go
to them!” I said hauling the steering wheel to the left and making the tight
turn down one of the side streets. Tasha and Beth did their best to stay up
right, well used to my driving.
The road ahead of us was
littered with the sort of speed bumps that could easily rip the bottom off your
car if you drove over them too quickly. As we’d put a bit of distance between
us and the crazy gang, I felt safe in easing the pace slightly. There still
wasn’t anyone around. Like our street, the rows of terraced houses looked like
they had been abandoned in a hurry and belongings were strewn around.
“Think we’ve found
out what we missed last night,” said Beth as I steered around a couple of
suitcases in the middle of the road.
“Looks that...” I
trailed off as something down the road caught my eye. “Bollocks.”
Another mob of people
had staggered out of a side road up ahead and were blocking the road. There
were a couple of cars parked up on either side of the road, leaving me no way
to get past them. To our right, another group were stood in the basket ball
court, pressed up against the chain link fence. I slowed but we had already
caught the attention of the group in the road. Like their friends, this lot
also had troubling red stains on their bodies.
“If I didn’t know
better, I’d say they looked a lot like zombies,” said Tasha with a nervous
laugh. Beth and I joined in.
“Ha, yeah. Good one
mate,” I said as I crunched the car into reverse, half turning in my seat for a
better view out of the back window.
“Only if we’ve
somehow fallen into a bad B movie,” said Beth. “Even I know that’s unlikely.”
I
swung the car up onto an empty drive and got my faithful Peugeot facing in the
right direction.
“If
we can’t get through to the police or to the station, what do you say to
getting the hell outta Dodge?” I asked, casting a furtive glance at the fuel
gauge. “There must be someone around who can explain what the fuck is going
on.”
There
wasn’t any disagreement from the other two and I retraced our route, praying we
weren’t going to get cut off by the original group of zombie wannabes. Luckily
for us it seemed they had found something better to do and had buggered off.
The
motorway seemed our best bet for getting out of the city as quickly as
possible. It was odd driving along with no one else on the road. If the petrol
situation hadn’t been getting rather desperate, I would probably have gone for
a spin round the city. Some banging tunes on the stereo, windows down, sun out
– it would have been wicked.
We
dodged a couple of wooden pallets and pulled onto the ramp that led to the
motorway. I was building up a decent speed when we encountered another, rather
larger, problem.
“Shit!”
Beth and I both yelled as I stood on the brake pedal. Tasha cursed as her
seatbelt locked as she was flung forward. There was a horrible squealing noise
from the tyres as we skidded along towards a sheer drop where tarmac used to
be. I managed to bring the car to a halt just short of the edge.
All
three of us sat for a long moment, recovering from the shock. Still not quite
believing what I was seeing I got out, after fighting with my seatbelt which
seemed determined to keep me pinned in place. Behind me, I heard Beth and Tasha
climb out.
“Holy shit,” muttered
Beth.
I’d driven along this
stretch of motorway a couple of days ago. I was pretty sure there hadn’t been a
bloody great Navy warship jammed into the side of the motorway then. The prow
of the ship was half hidden behind broken pieces of concrete and tarmac. A huge
crack stretched out across the motorway dividing it in two and separating us
from the mainland.
On the other side of
the gap, the tarmac curved away to the right until it disappeared from view
past the enormous white sail sculpture that I had never really seen the point
of. There were several cars standing abandoned across the lanes of the motorway
and signs that people had been in a hurry to get away. That was all that was
left though, signs. There wasn’t anyone in sight.
My mind wasn’t really
focusing on that at the moment though. I was struggling to get past the massive
hulking warship.
“Am I still drunk or
am I actually seeing that?”
“It’s definitely
there...”
“Reckon
they did it on purpose?” I asked kicking a loose bit of concrete, sending it
skittered over the edge.
“Fucked
if I know,” said Tasha standing with her arms folded, glowering at the bizarre
sight.
“Alright,
tetchy. Was only asking.”
I
put my hand up to my eyes to shield them from the bright sunlight. I couldn’t
see anyone moving on board. It looked like the proverbial ghost ship.
“Don’t really fucking
matter why it happened. The important bit is it’s doing a bloody brilliant job
of stopping us getting the hell out of here,” said Beth distractedly as she
patted her pockets looking for something. “Bollocks, must’ve left me bloody baccy
pouch on the table.” Her fingers fidgeted at her sides, giving away her
craving.
Tasha
turned back to look towards the city.
“Look
at all that smoke. Must be a fair few things on fire.”
She
was right. There were tall columns of black smoke rising up all over the city,
obscuring the familiar landmarks. It was a weird feeling to be standing in the
middle of a motorway, looking back towards a silent city. There should have
been cars. There should have been sirens. There should have been life.
A
shiver ran down my back that had nothing to do with the cold. Well actually, it
might have done as I was wearing only a vest top and it was blowing a gale up
on the bridge. It was more likely to do with the situation however.
“Where the hell is everyone?” I wondered out
loud, twisting a finger in a strand of hair to keep it from whipping into my
face.
“Bit creepy, ain’t
it?” said Beth from behind me.
I turned away from
the view.
“C’mon
guys, there’ll be another way out.”
We
all climbed back in the car. I sat for a moment before starting the engine,
staring out over the destroyed road. Beth and Tasha stayed silent. I guessed
they were thinking the same as me. If someone had gone to the trouble of
destroying one road, it was unlikely they would have left any others standing.
Still,
we weren’t going to find out if we stayed sitting here so I coaxed the
Peugeot’s engine back into life and pulled a u-ey before heading back off the
motorway.
I
guided us back through the city and we made our way up London Road, only to have
our suspicions confirmed as we found our escape route destroyed once again.
Disheartened, we carried on across the city looking for any possible way out of
the city. Everywhere we went was blocked. Railway lines, footbridges, roads -
everything had been systematically blown up.
When you first tell
someone who isn’t from Portsmouth that it’s actually an island, they tend not
to believe you. I doubted it myself when I first found out – even after driving
in and out of the city a few times. It was only after a lot of zooming in on
Google Maps, that I realised it was true.
If someone hadn’t
pointed it out, I probably would have just carried on in blissful ignorance.
Portsmouth’s island status had never really featured highly in my day to day
life. It was just one of those vaguely interesting facts that occasionally
proved useful during pub quizzes.
Today I was cursing
the thin strip of water that separated us from the main land.
We
were getting so desperate that we even considered swimming across where the
water was at its narrowest. The three of us were all set to wade in when Tasha
spotted several zombies stuck in the mud down at the bottom of the bank. We
were just plotting a route past them, when one of the zombies stumbled and fell
face first into the mud. There was a loud boom and the body was blown sky high
before raining down in tiny pieces. The force of the blast sent us staggering
backwards and we all landed in a heap.
“What
the...?”
“Was
that a fucking landmine?!”
We
quickly decided that wading across was a very bad idea.
Despite suspecting
that it was hopeless, we carried on towards the Eastern Road. We made it just
close enough to see that the bridge was destroyed like all the others, when the
Peugeot started coughing. With a final splutter the engine died and we rolled
to a slow halt.
“Err... why are we
stopping?” asked Tasha, leaning forward through the gap between the two front seats.
“The car ran out of
petrol,” I replied tightly.
“Fuck!” Beth
exploded. It had been a while since she had a cigarette and she had been
getting increasingly ratty as we had repeatedly had our hopes of escape dashed.
“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?”
“Well... we can’t
stay here,” said Tasha. There was panic in her voice. She was staring at
something in the rear-view mirror. I turned in my seat to look.
“Oh for fuck’s
sake...” I muttered, scrabbling to undo my seatbelt.
More zombie like
figures were shuffling up behind us. They hadn’t spotted us yet but it was only a
matter of time. If they trapped us in the car, we’d be sitting ducks.
“Why can’t they just
leave us in peace?”
“What we gonna do?”
“Only one thing we
can do,” I said, trying to locate the door handle whilst not taking my eyes off
the mob behind us.
Tasha and Beth caught
my drift and as one we flung the car doors open and got out.
“Which way?!”
“This way!” I yelled,
picking a direction completely at random before running off and hoping the
others were behind me. I knew we’d been spotted us from the chorus of groans
that sprang up but I didn’t look back. Thinking about it, we probably could
have been a little more subtle getting out of the car.
I
had only gone a few metres when I remembered that I was wearing flip flops and
that running in them was a right pain in the arse. Of all the days not to be
wearing trainers.
I wasn’t the only one
who was struggling. Tasha was whimpering quietly behind me, although how much
was due to fear and how much was due to her hangover was anyone’s guess. Beth
was running alongside me and was somehow managing to keep up a constant string
of swear words in between massive coughing fits.
Our all out sprint
quickly slowed to a brisk jog and then a fast walk. Eventually we had to stop
and get our breath back. My lungs were burning and I had the mother of all
stitches in my side. As I tried to draw much needed air into my body, I looked
around us. Nothing was familiar. My sense of direction was messed up after we
had run blindly along various roads.
“So,” I wheezed, bent
over with my hands on my knees. “Anyone know where we are?”
“Yep,” gasped Tasha
who was lying flat out on the ground.
“Seriously?” I asked,
surprised. Tasha’s sense of direction was notoriously lousy. “Where?”
“Some god forsaken
part of Portsmouth.”
I sighed.
“We’re fucking lost
aren’t we?”
“Yep.”