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is locked up tight. Make sure your gate is too. These things seem to be slow and they don’t look like they’ll be vaulting any high walls any time soon. Sit tight, I will be there as soon as I can.”
    “Warren?”
    “Yes?”
    “How far out of London are you?”
    “I can’t be sure. I’ve gone way past Crawley. I’m near the A27 I think.”
    Carla sighed audibly, relieved.
    “Then you’re close. Good. Listen, I’m calling some friends, making sure they’re on to this too, but I’m guessing the stores are going to be unpassable now. So if anyone needs shelter, I’m going to…”
    “No.”
    “What? Warren, fuck that, if my friends need help…”
    “Then they will have to help themselves. Carla, think. What if you tell your friends your house is safe, then they tell their friends? And then? And then? It’s like a Facebook party gone wrong for the end of the world Carla. You don’t tell anyone you know that the house is safe. You have a long drive and high walls, and you can’t easily see your place from the road so no one is really going to know what’s going on if you don’t tell them.”
    “Warren that’s… cold.”
    “Yes it is but I’ve been in positions twice today where I could have been eaten, and I’m not letting you do anything that could put you in harm’s way.”
    “Twice? Warren, what?”
    “Don’t mind Carla, I’m on the way and I have a plan for us. Just sit tight and do not let anyone in that house. Do not answer your phone, unless it’s me and jesus please oh please don’t post any of this on Facebook. Keep your eyes on the news and let me know if anything major happens. I…”
    I heard a whistling that hurt my ear drums and I lowered the phone, throwing my eyes in to the sky. There was a rumbling and a plane, it must have taken off from Gatwick, plundered past us in the sky. It was losing altitude every single second and was only going to head in one direction.
    I couldn’t help it, I followed every single inch of its doomed path.
    “Carla, can you hear that?”
    “It’s faint, I can’t see anything, what?”
    “It’s a plane. A plane is coming out of the sky. I thought you said they’d grounded everything.”
    “It’s not certain yet.”
    The ground shook and Carla swore at the other end of the phone. There was an unreal thump which I could feel in my chest and thirty seconds later, a pitch black plume of smoke drifted in to the air.
    “Carla?”
    “Warren?”
    “Get off this phone and get that fucking house boarded up, now.”
    Someone had tried to leave the country with whatever it was that was causing this. What complete idiots.
    It was only then that I noticed everyone else. People had pulled over their cars to watch the flight of the dying plane. There were car horns and I could hear screeches in the distance, even some crashes. There was a faint scream, and everyone looked around at each other in panic and wonder.
    It had started. And our world was never going to be the same again.
     
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    My name is Warren Fielding, and this is my story of how the United Kingdom was destroyed in the second Black Death.
    I still consider myself a journalist. In a world that is going insane hour by hour, I am going to tell you every little thing I have seen and every minute thing I know so that it can help shed some light on this, for anyone and everyone that ever gets a chance to read this.
    It’s now fourteen months since the plague broke out and I still haven’t been able to escape from the UK. But I know where it broke out. I know why, and how. I know the epicentres and I know safe houses. I know the stories of those that have tried to survive and succeeded, and those that have tried and tragically failed.
    I know all of these things. And I will report them all to you.
    For now, Warren Fielding, signing off.
     
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Introduction
    “We come to beginnings, only at the end.” – William Throsby Bridges
     
     
    I hate zombies.
    I hate practically everything,