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    British Zombie Breakout: Part Four
    British Zombie Breakout: Part Four
    British Zombie Breakout: Part Four
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    British Zombie Breakout: Part Four

    By Peter Salisbury

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    The fourth and final part of the British Zombie Breakout 'trilogy'.

    Alex and Steve leave home together to begin their courses but in less than a week Alex goes missing when some hunk called Tarquin steps onto the scene. Just when everything was going so well, suddenly it wasn't...

    After completing their studies and passing yet more exams, the other Kilkorne chums, Rachel, Maisie and Fred prepare for college by going shopping at the mall, unaware that the screaming may be about to start all over again.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPeter Salisbury
    Release dateJun 21, 2012
    ISBN9781476208657
    British Zombie Breakout: Part Four
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    Peter Salisbury

    I am a life-long fan of science fiction, and so when I had an idea for my first story, I wasn't surprised that it was in that genre. The first book took me ten years to complete, but I've got a little quicker since. I am pleased to say that I now have over thirty books published in my name. What next? So far I haven't run short of ideas for new stories, so there are several projects in various stages of completion, and I hope to be publishing the next story before too long, so please subscribe to my alerts. My profile picture is a portrait of the author as a young man, painted by my daughter Charlotte Salisbury who has also contributed to several of my book covers. Professional background In the 1970s I studied Chemistry at university and then spent over thirty years in classrooms across England teaching almost anything but Chemistry, including Photography, Communications Skills, General Science, Computing, and Information and Communications Technology. In the 1990s I spent ten years writing abstracts of chemical patents. This was a most exacting process but very rewarding to be reading about the very latest inventions in the field, and the abstracts were distributed world-wide to research scientists by subscription. Articles of mine have been published in magazines and I have written assignments used for assessing Communications Skills for a major international Examination Board. After retiring early this century I began writing in earnest.

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      British Zombie Breakout - Peter Salisbury

      British Zombie Breakout - Part Four: Last Gasp

      Copyright Peter Salisbury May 2012

      Cover painting by Daphne Coleridge

      Smashwords Edition 2012 June 21

      This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.

      The contents must not be copied and distributed or re-distributed by means of printed paper, electronic transfer or by any on-line means, without the express permission of the author.

      Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      This story is entirely fictional and any resemblance to any person or place is entirely unintentional and coincidental.

      British Zombie Breakout: Part Four Last Gasp

      Table of Contents

      Chapter 1: The Ball

      Chapter 2: The Mall

      Chapter 3: Breakfast

      Chapter 4: A Closed Meeting

      Chapter 5: Tea and Biscuits

      Chapter 6: Coffee

      Chapter 7: Reunion

      Chapter 8: The Scream

      Chapter 9: More Screaming

      Chapter 10: Vantage Point

      Chapter 11: After Dark

      Chapter 12: Unwelcome Visitors

      Chapter 13: More Zombies

      Chapter 14: Attack!

      Chapter 15: Study

      Chapter 16: Tarquin

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      Chapter 1: The Ball

      'Stop calling him Steve!' Alex said. She wrung her hands in frustration. 'The guy you dragged me in here with is called Tarquin.'

      A woman in a white coat sitting across from Alex made a note in her book but said nothing.

      'He's nothing like Steven,' Alex continued. 'We just happened to be together when those agents grabbed us.'

      Not knowing what was going on was bad enough but Alex had a dreadful feeling it was all going to end up being about zombies again. Nasty, berserk bitey things with bits missing. She desperately wanted to see Steve. The real one.

      The woman spoke in even tones, 'He answered to Steve when we brought him in.'

      Alex took a deep breath and dragged herself back to reality. 'Probably he was confused, or just going along with it because the agents had guns. I saw the holsters under their jackets.' How many times was it now? The whole being 'grabbed out of the blue' thing had got way past tiresome.

      The woman shrugged.

      'But he's not at all like Steve.' Alex scraped her chair back and stood up. 'He's the wrong guy, alright?' She stared down at the woman who sat unmoved at the other side of the table. Alex realised she should be thankful that 'they', whoever they were, hadn't got Steve. He was still out there somewhere, probably worried sick thinking she had gone off with that Tarquin.

      'Oh hell!' she said.

      Alex walked to the window and back, while attempting to defiantly shove her hands in her pockets. But of course she didn't have any; she still had on the dress she'd worn to the dance.

      Alex scowled at the guard by the door. He looked uneasy but he didn't stop her walking to and fro. Light flooded through the glass, providing a further annoyance. It was that opalescent stuff, so Alex could see nothing through it, though she guessed she was at Breathedeep. They were probably in one of the rooms intended for staff meetings, right away from the zombie cells. Even so, Alex thought she heard a faint scream. It reminded her of who might be in charge.

      'I want to see Professor Mason or Commander Hodgeson.'

      The interviewer shrugged again and gave an open-handed gesture. 'Sorry, I'm not authorised…'

      'But you are authorised to keep me here without telling me why, or how long for, or anything else!'

      'I can arrange for you to spend some time with Steve and have something to eat.'

      'I have no desire to see your 'Steve',' Alex said from between her teeth.

      If the clock above the door was to be believed, it was near eleven and at the mention of food, Alex's stomach actually began making loud 'feed me' noises. She hadn't eaten since the buffet at the Fresher's Hop in the middle of the night and there'd been nothing on offer since. With the country trying to haul itself back on its feet with limited resources, the buffet had been a meagre affair, consisting of free food and a buy-your-own-drinks bar.

      The food hadn't been really free, of course, the money to pay for it came out of the course fees which had a nasty habit of increasing every year. Consequently, Alex had picked her way through a selection of the tiniest sausages she'd ever seen, some vol-au-vents and bits of cheese on sticks.

      She generally avoided vol-au-vents since the time she'd tried one at a party

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