nodding to him to give him the backpack. He lifts it up with great effort and then hands him the rifle before extending his own hand so he could be pulled up and over the fence. Once on the other side Steve takes the rifle and they hurry towards the back door of the house.

Once inside the first thing Steve checks is the pot of stew, lifting the lid to sniff in the aroma. It was still good and he looks down to Dylan nodding his head excitedly as if it was the best news he’d had all week.

The Colonel fires his rifle in short bursts down along the river towards a wall of screeching faces charging towards them and turns to shout back across the bridge towards the Sergeant as a chorus of gunfire continues behind him: