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  Surviving the Evacuation

  Book 12: Britain’s End

  Frank Tayell

  Dedication

  Dedicated to King Lud and the city to which he gave his name

  Published by Frank Tayell

  Copyright 2018

  All rights reserved

  All people, places, and (especially) events are fictional.

  Other titles:

  Post-Apocalyptic Detective Novels

  Strike a Match 1. Serious Crimes

  Strike a Match 2. Counterfeit Conspiracy

  Strike a Match 3. Endangered Nation

  Work. Rest. Repeat.

  Surviving The Evacuation/Here We Stand

  Book 1: London

  Book 2: Wasteland

  Zombies vs The Living Dead

  Book 3: Family

  Book 4: Unsafe Haven

  Book 5: Reunion

  Book 6: Harvest

  Book 7: Home

  Here We Stand 1: Infected

  Here We Stand 2: Divided

  Book 8: Anglesey

  Book 9: Ireland

  Book 10: The Last Candidate

  Book 11: Search and Rescue

  Book 12: Britain’s End

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  Synopsis

  Anglesey became a refuge for survivors from across the world, but living in the shadow of a decrepit nuclear power station was always a precarious existence. There is only one destination for their final exodus from Britain, but Belfast won’t become their new home.

  There are fewer undead on the island of Ireland, but their numbers still count in the millions. With farming impossible, with the weather worsening, with ammunition exhausted, desperation turns to despair. All seems bleak, but the survivors don’t know how truly desperate their situation is.

  During the chaos that ensued after the calamitous election, they misjudged the evidence. Their true enemy is still among them, and that enemy is about to act.

  Set nine months after the outbreak, in Britain and the island of Ireland, when humanity is at a crossroads. Either all will survive, or our species will die.

  Table of Contents

  The Story So Far

  Part 1 - The Tower’s Forlorn Hope

  Chapter 1 - The First Farewell

  Chapter 2 - A New City Farm

  Chapter 3 - The Citadel

  Chapter 4 - Parakeet Pie

  Chapter 5 - Awake, Alone

  Chapter 6 - Import, Export

  Chapter 7 - A Possible Future

  Chapter 8 - A Good Day’s Work

  Chapter 9 - Waiting for the Phone to Ring

  Part 2 - Planes, Prisoners, and Graves

  Chapter 10 - The Pilot

  Chapter 11 - The Prisoner

  Chapter 12 - The Colonel

  Chapter 13 - The Brother

  Part 3 - Runways and Recruits

  Chapter 14 - A New Navy

  Chapter 15 - All Roads Lead from Belfast

  Chapter 16 - Fight and Flight

  Part 4: Exodus

  Chapter 17 - The Night Before

  Chapter 18 - Embarkation

  Chapter 19 - Airborne

  Part 5: The Battle for Dundalk

  Chapter 20 - I Spy

  Chapter 21 - Ballast

  Chapter 22 - The Shore

  Chapter 23 - Expedition, Inland

  Chapter 24 - Restaurants and Stairwells

  Chapter 25 - The Beach

  Chapter 26 - Fortress Dundalk

  Chapter 27 - Room Service

  Chapter 28 - Turbines

  Chapter 29 - Ambulances

  Chapter 30 - Aftermath

  Chapter 31 - Snow and Bricks

  Chapter 32 - The Least Worst Choice

  Chapter 33 - Resupply

  Epilogue - Britain’s End

  The Story So Far

  11th November, Anglesey, Day 243

  “No, Daisy,” Annette said, “I need that pen. And that’s my notebook. It’s not for colouring. Look, here. This is your book, and this is your pen.”

  “Cray’n,” Daisy said.

  “Yes, okay, it’s a crayon not a pen, but it’s a nice crayon. It’s bright yellow, see. You like yellow. Okay? So you draw a nice picture for Mary, while I write this down for you. I’ve been going through Bill’s notes and he’s not published everything that he’s written, and not written everything that’s happened. Some of things he puts into the newssheet are almost made up. It’s important you know what’s really happened, Daisy.”

  Daisy looked up at the sound of her name.

  “Yes,” Annette said. “When you’re older, you need to know what’s happened. You’ll need to understand. So, where should I start?”

  “Star,” Daisy parroted. Then she pointed out the window of the small room in the eaves of the terraced house in Holyhead, but the evening sky was covered in clouds.

  “Bill thinks this all began years and years ago,” Annette said. “Sholto thinks it began the first time one person hit another with a rock, but I think he was making a joke.”

  Daisy grinned.

  “Yeah, his jokes aren’t that funny, are they? Kim says it began with the outbreak on the 20th February, but I think we have to go back a bit further. Bill and Sholto are brothers born about twelve years apart, though neither will tell me exactly when. Some people are weird about their ages, aren’t they? I mean, they know how old you and I are. Let’s see… Their father worked for the British government as a sort of spy. He came back from a… a mission and…” And Annette hesitated, uncertain how much of the truth should be told. “And their dad died. Their mum, too. There was a fire. Sholto wasn’t at home, but he saw the fire and he thought Bill had died. He hadn’t. He’d been taken from the house by Quigley.”

  “Hiss,” Daisy said.

  Annette grinned. That was something she’d taught Daisy to say whenever the evil politician’s name was mentioned. Actually, she’d tried to teach her adoptive-sister to hiss rather than just say the word, but it was close enough.

  “That’s right, hiss,” Annette said. “Sholto thought Bill was dead, and so he ran away. He… he had some adventures and ended up in the United States. There, he got a job in politics. About ten years ago…” She hesitated. “Wait, I think it was a bit less. Maybe seven. We’ll have to check. Anyway, he learned that Bill was alive. He’d been taken in by Lord Masterton and had grown up with his daughter, Jen.”

  “Hiss?” Daisy asked.

  “I’m not sure,” Annette said. “But probably. Bill had a job, and seemed happy so Sholto kept his distance. He kept an eye on him, though. As Bill was working in politics, too, Sholto sent him information that would help him in his job. I’m not too sure what kind of information. I don’t think that’s important, because Sholto had also discovered that Quigley and some American politicians were planning to take over the world. I mean, literally take it all except for the parts they were going to destroy. They had this idea for creating a super-vaccine to cure all the world’s major diseases, which is stupid when you think about it. It’s even worse when you realise they basically had one proper scientist working on it, Dr Singh. Anyway, they weren’t going to give this to anyone for free. They were going to make the world pay. Kim thinks they were going to release lots of viruses everywhere, get everyone infected so they had to get the vaccine. If they didn’t go along with what Quigley wanted, they’d be left to die, or destroyed with nuclear bombs. That part of the plan was called Prometheus, the other part, the vaccine, that didn’t work. It turned people into zombies.”


  Daisy stopped colouring. She knew that word.

  “It’s okay, Daze, we’re safe here,” Annette said. “Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself a bit. Sholto rigged the last American election so a friend of his became president. Sholto thought that would be a way to stop all of this. Except it didn’t. Quigley and his people brought forward their plans before the vaccine was ready. Not that I think it would ever have worked,” she added. “No one does. Not even Rahinder, Dr Singh’s brother.”

  “Blue,” Daisy said, holding out the yellow crayon. “Blue.”

  “For the sky? Okay. Here. So, where was I. Oh, yeah, the demonstration in New York. There were lots of politicians there. Not just from Britain and America, but from France and China and India and places. When they saw the patients turn into zombies, they ran. Well, actually, they flew because they all had their own planes. That’s how the virus got everywhere so fast. It wasn’t just the politicians, because the zombies kept infecting other people, too. Other passengers and other pilots. It spread throughout Manhattan, and anyone who could get on a plane or boat escaped and took the virus with them. The thing is, though, Daisy, they could have stopped it.”

  Daisy paused in her colouring, and looked up.

  “Yeah,” Annette said. “They could have stopped it, but those politicians, they tried to use the chaos to get power. I mean, everyone agrees on that. The zombies aren’t hard to stop if you have guns, and everyone in the United States had at least one for each hand, and one spare. I mean, sure, the first time you see one, it’s terrifying.” She shuddered. “That was just before I found you. That first time, you don’t think it’s real. You don’t think its happening. But…” She shook her head. “Anyway, back in New York, they could have stopped it because the demonstration was on this big island called Manhattan. But the politicians sent all the police and soldiers away. They let it spread, you see. That’s the kind of people they were. Maybe it was too late, anyway.”

  “Green,” Daisy said, holding out the blue crayon.

  Annette handed her a new crayon. “But that brings us to Britain. You remember how Bill broke his leg on the day of the outbreak.”

  Daisy giggled.

  “The way he walks isn’t that funny,” Annette said. “And you shouldn’t laugh at him. But, yeah, as word of the zombies spread across the news and social media, everyone panicked. Bill got pushed down some stairs, and broke his leg. When he woke up in hospital three days later, the world was on fire. He went home to his flat, and he came up with a plan. An evacuation plan.”

  “Hiss,” Daisy said.

  “No, not this time,” Annette said, “because Bill’s plan would actually have worked. They were going to empty the cities to the coast, and then move people to walled farms. Except Quigley—”

  “Hiss!” Daisy said.

  “Yep. Definitely hiss,” Annette said. “Quigley decided to…” She paused, but while there were some things it was best not to say, there were others it was impossible to avoid. “He decided to kill all the evacuees. Reduce the total population of Britain so there was less food to share out. The important thing you have to remember is that Bill tried to save everyone. Okay? Remember that.”

  Daisy gave a puzzled nod.

  “Right. So most of the people who survived are like you, people who didn’t go on the evacuation. I… I got lost. That’s how come I ended up in Croydon and found you. We were okay, though, weren’t we? I mean, there were some bad times, but we got through it. We didn’t need Bill and Kim to rescue us, though I think it’s good that they did. Good for them, I mean. No, they weren’t doing as well as we were.”

  “No,” Daisy parroted, not looking up from the sheet of paper where she was colouring the sky green.

  “After Bill got out of London, he found an old abbey in Hampshire. I think he was lonely there, on his own, so he went out looking for other people. That’s how he ended up at a big house near Stonehenge. That’s where he found Kim. She was being kept prisoner there by this soldier called Cannock and a neighbour of hers, Sanders. And those two are a big old pile of hiss. Bill rescued Kim, but I think Kim rescued Bill, too, in a way. And on their way back to the abbey, they met us. That was pretty cool. Do you remember the car showroom? Yeah. That was nice. Up until we met Barrett and the others.”

  Daisy’s face fell.

  “It’s okay,” Annette said. “It all worked out okay. But they kidnapped us, didn’t they. That was my fault. I didn’t realise that, after all that had happened, people could still be evil. So they took us, and the boat, and sailed up the Thames, leaving Kim and Bill for dead. But they weren’t dead. They followed. They were near this place called Lenham Hill. That’s the location of the lab where the virus was created. They thought there’d be a store of fuel and stuff there, so that’s where they went, and that’s where they met Sholto.”

  “Thad,” Daisy said.

  “Yep, Thaddeus. He’d sent this message to Bill after the outbreak, basically telling him what was going on and where to meet, but Bill hadn’t read it. You know how he gets? Anyway, that’s where they met. The three of them followed us down the Thames, rescued us and then we went north. We drove until we ran out of petrol, then we continued on bikes, on our way to Wales. Do you remember the beach?”

  “Each,” Daisy said, pointing at her picture.

  “That’s what you’re drawing? Cool. So Sholto had sailed over from America, and he’d been rescued at sea by Mister Mills and everyone. All we had to do was get to this beach in Wales, and we’d be safe. That’s how come we were travelling through Britain when we first saw the horde. We had to hide in a tunnel, and… and we almost died, but we didn’t. It was terrible what the zombies had done. There wasn’t even a blade of grass left.”

  “Grass,” Daisy said pointing to the red scribble.

  “I thought was meant to be a beach.”

  “Be’ch grass,” Daisy said.

  “Fair enough,” Annette said. “But we got to Wales. We got to the beach. That’s where we met George and Donnie, Leon and Francois, and Dr Knight. And it’s where we learned about Anglesey, and how Mary and George were sort of running it. How all those people who’d fled the Americas and Africa and Europe by sea had ended up gathering here on this island. Well, okay, not all. Only about ten thousand, but that’s still a lot. It’s more than we’ve found anywhere else on the planet. While we found that out, Bill learned that Quigley was still alive, and had taken over Lord Masterton’s mansion in Northumberland. He and Sholto went north and killed Quigley, and then they came here. And that’s when we learned that it was all a terrible mistake, how the virus was meant to be a vaccine. You see, we know that, not just from what Sholto discovered and what Quigley told Bill, but we know it from Dr Singh himself. He’s the scientist who created it, and he’s here. Well, his body is here, but I’m not sure where his mind is. The weight of all the deaths drove him mad, that’s what his brother, Rahinder says. You like Rahinder, don’t you? You know that he knew George before the outbreak? That’s another story, though.”

  “Story?” Daisy asked, reaching for the picture book next to her colouring pad.

  “In a moment,” Annette said. “This story comes first. So things here were… they were okay, I guess. I don’t know. It was the first time since the outbreak I’d had time to really stop and… and think. It was all a bit… well, I won’t say I ran away, but when they said they were sending a ship to Svalbard, I went with them. Kim came, too. I guess she needed some time to herself just as much as me. We found oil up in Svalbard. Lots of it. And we found some people there, and a lot of ice. There’s not really much more to say. On Anglesey, though, that’s where the action was. The Harper’s Ferry arrived with the admiral and her people, and there was a murder. Paul was the killer, but it was Rachel Gottlieb who was behind it. We didn’t know that at the time. She worked in the pub. When Bill confronted Paul, Paul ran. Rachel shot him. There was a trial, of course, but only after we’d found some people to be judges. Rachel
was found not guilty because everyone knew that Paul was a murderer. Except… why had Rachel wanted Mr Llewellyn murdered? I dunno. Anyway, it’s not important. Sholto had gained access to three satellites.”

  Daisy pointed to the ceiling.

  “That’s it, the satellites. They’d belonged to Lisa Kempton. She was this billionaire who funded the conspiracy. With the satellites, we were able to see what had happened to a bit of the world. Kempton also had this mansion over in Ireland called Elysium. It’s right on the southwestern tip of the island, and it has wind turbines and solar panels, and some farmland. Bill and Kim went over by boat to take a look. Rob was one of the people who went with them, and he tried to kill Bill and Kim, but you know those two. No one can stop Kim.”

  “Mum,” Daisy said.

  Annette frowned. “I guess. I suppose. Maybe. Anyway. They… they dealt with Rob, and then travelled north. There’s not much to say about that, except that they discovered Ireland was much the same as Britain. In Elysium, they found a list of addresses, and one of them was for a place near the Shannon Estuary. That’s where they found Kempton’s ship, The New World. It had this little motor launch, so they took that and followed the coast. They were near Connemara, which are some islands about two thirds of the way up, when they found Colm and Siobhan, Dean, Lena, and Kallie, Tamara, Billie, and Charlie. Remember them?”

  Daisy resumed colouring.

  “You liked Tamara. She’s okay, for a kid. So, all of them kept following the coast basically until they got to Belfast where they ran out of fuel. They were looking for more fuel, and more food, when Kallie was shot. They thought it was Sorcha Locke, she was Kempton’s deputy. But it wasn’t. It was… actually, I’m not really sure we know exactly who it was. That’s not important. They found some fuel, and Kim set off to return here, and that’s where we rescued her. You remember that? When we were on the Amundsen, and we went over to Ireland?