something about their now calmer behaviour that was more terrifying though. A precision tool with no fear that could be aimed, rather than a blind mob that could be led into a trap. Putting the tablet away he climbs to his feet and turns to continues his run down along the tracks.

He’d considered a shorter route along the coast using the wall along the beach as cover, but it was a narrow approach that only gave him the sea as an escape route if he was ambushed. Instead he’d circle the town to remain unseen, then move in across farmland and over ditches when it was completely dark.

He pulls up suddenly and drops inside the first line of corn stalks, peering back out cautiously. As he navigated a bend in the tracks he spotted a train, a commuter train, just parked there and empty.