zombie-nazi's part 4 the resistance and the rubbish plan

As I said, we move around a lot; this has a double edged effect or affect, I din’t know which, it has an impact.  To start with, there is a lot of zombie-nazi’s to  kill, which isn’t  so good.  However, on the plus side there is a chance  to meet fellow survivors. 
        Begbie was a tough Scottish bastard that hated  zombie-nazi’s from birth.  There is a sort of myth about him.   It  is said that his first words were “Im gojn’ to do you, you fuckin’ zombie nazi  cunt.”  Which for a child of six months quite a feat.   He was also extremely violent at home and this led to him being put into care. 
         Prior the rise of the Nazi-zombie’s  Begbie was on a downward spiral towards  alcoholic  oblivion.  Post the  Nazi-zombie event, Begbie became the hero of the resistance.  There are stories that say he took out a whole platoon armed only with a long bladed  kitchen knife and  E.L.O’s  out of the blue album.
          Then there is Dark Steve.   Dark Steve tends  to wear black a lot. He also doesn’t say very much accept “yes”  or “no” which means he’s hard to get to know.  But he is a wiz with anything electrical.  It was Dark  Steve who managed to get the diesel operated electricity generator up and running  and  in turn  got the lathes  in the  workshop running off staves and the like.   I don’t much more about him.  In fact, I have never seen his face.
         Julia Morcombe  is a fourteen  year old who lost her  entire  family to brain eating and nazi-zombifiaction.  She has the  widest and  palest blue eyes I have ever seen.  She is also a bit moody and sulky, but knows how to throw a javelin; and has learned to break into any shop with ease.  She is the case officer. I bright mind and clever fingers too.
        Jordan is a twenty year old with a love of all things  explosive.  His parents  managed  to survive the onslaught  driving off to the hills  like  we did, surviving is something that we have to take  for granted these days.   He loves his Bike and is always seen riding about the city cleaving  the occasional Nazi-zombie in two usually  while listening to  tracks  by the chemical  brothers.   Jordan also has a very nice strain of cannabis that he has nurtured  and  grown himself;  so he’s always good for a laugh.
         This makes up the core of the resistance, people that we have met, while on our travelling. On the whole they are a great bunch of guys’  though they are quite argumentative at times; which is why I tend to hang  around with them occasionally.  We usually have a planned meeting to discuss  how  we are faring,  if we have found any weakness’s  and what to do about the Nazi- zombies once a month.  The last meeting  took place  at our house ,  which, never goes down well with Rhiannon; even though they bring the biscuits.

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 It was a month after I had taken out the patrol and two weeks since Glan’s near  infection, that the resistance met in our  front room to discuss what had been occurring. Dark   Steve sat there, his face hidden in his black hoodie,  next to him was Begbie.  Across  from him was Rhiannon,  (our other two girls  were in bed)  Jordan  Glan and Julia at the end of the room was me.  The silence was pretty deafening.
        “ So “  I began “Have we had a good week?”   More silence followed. Dark Steve nodded his head Begbie looked tired and Julia strained.  Jordan was puffing on a Joint, that he passed  the Glan.  Rhiannon stared at me and I shrugged lamely.
          “So  you we have found that listening to  shite music  has an impact on the  virus”  said Begbie coldly.
        I  nodded.
        “I see…”   I saw he looked  strained  as he folded his arms across his chest “Rick Astley of Kylie Minouge fuckin’ hell! I hate that crap” 
       “Hey don’t mock the Kylie” said Julie
         “its  not that its crap music” I injected
        “its not crap!” Julie  spat defiantly.  “you could same about Hawkind”
         Begbie  stared coldly at Julie  and a heavy silence filled  the room.
         “never mock Hawkwind in my presence again!” Begbie said angilly and we all looked down.
        “Julie, its, its  not the music, its its  the vocal repetition…”   I eased her and she clamed down. “…In fact it’s any song that has a mildly irritating, over repetitive  vocal chorus, that the listener  finds irritating.  You know, a song that you can’t  get out of your head in the morning. It’s  that, that attacks  the virus….Its as if the song prevents the  Bob Garage’s  words being decoded in the subconscious. “
         “Does this mean we have to stop killing them?”   Begbie sounded tight. His whole life he had been dedicated  to the killing of Nazi-zombies.  To suddenly change would be  hard for him.
          “Not necessarily” I began cautiously as I  didn’t want Begbie to leave without  getting to the end of the meeting.   “it’s a prevention for the virus stop the spread to the brain eating stage. One that occurs there  is no hope for  the Nazi-zombie.”
         “too right!  the only good zombie nazi  is a dead zombie nazi!  Fucking kill em all I say!” 
           I then  related  the incident in the Spar shop.
          “So we could take out one chief nazi zombie and loads blow up?”  Jordan  grinned, his eyes glittered with joy.
       “yep” said dark Steve.
       “ that takes the fun out o’ it” muttered Begbie,
        “-Oh go on Begbie, hittin’ the big cheese sounds like a laff to me” said Julie.
          Dark  Steve muttered another  yes  and both Jordan and Glan  grinned  and giggled in stoned amusement.  I could feel Rhiannon’s  eyes boring into my neck  so I looked down and towards the window.  Suddenly   A magpie came and settled on the window ledge.  It paced  outside  up and down the window looking in. Glan saw it and looked away.  I stared at it and was about to shoo it off, when Glan suddenly  got up went to the window and tapped it sharply. The  bird  laughed  as it took to flight.  I turned back to the room.
         “Well any chance I can get at taking out  that Bob  fucking Garage  I am up for that.”  Shouted  Begbie
       “ It might lead to then of the entire zombie-nazi  hoard”  I injected  as which point Begbie looked a bit sad.
        “oh go  on”  Rhiannon chided,  “I’m sure there will be a few  left to  kill.”  Begbie  looked down and blushed a little.
        “ The  problem is getting close enough to  Bob   Garage so as we are not turned in nazi-zombies  ourselves and want to start eating our own brains and shit”  said Jordan  and we all agreed.

Unlike before the Nazi-zombie  infestation of five  years ago;  Bob was always  down the pub, or on TV  making his growling grunting  noises and converting most around him into  brain  eating nazi-zombies; nowadays he rarely left  Buckingham  Palace where he now resided with the Queen and the rest of the Brain eating nazi-zombie establishment.  It was clear, someone or a group of someone’s  were  going to have to break into Buckingham palace and try to take him out.   
         This we all agreed was going to be hard, as point one: though   many people –over the years-  had managed to escape from Buckingham Palace  usually naked….not many had managed to get in.  Our hope  rested in the one grain of factual evidence we had to hand. Namely  Nazi-zombies  were as thick as shit; with the memory span of a fish.
          Oh, sure there were  loads of them, but number’s count for nothing, when you have a gang of bright, determined individuals like ourselves, ready to do  battle  with the nazi-zombie  hoard no matter the consequences.
         So  we sat down  and came up with a sort of plan.  well in fact Begbie  did and we all agreed. Begbie  Glan and  I  were to climb  the  fence and sneak around the back of the palace, enter the building though the  kitchen, and sneak about the place until we found Bob and take him out.  Meanwhile  the others were to cause a commotion outside  the palace and force  the nazi-zombies inside  to come out and give chase.  
            To be honest, it was a shite plan. A really  shite plan. In fact It was the  worst fecking plan that had  ever been invented.  If there was  sacred  place for  shite plans, this plan  would be there in a gilded cage, it was as shite as the referendum that start this fecking thing off in the first place.  Rhiannon told me it was a shite plan and said that we should wait, however, it was Begbie’s plan and , let’s be  honest,  Begbie  was a  violent bastard. I  knew  if I said anything  he’d kick me head in, The fact was  Begbie  was all up for it, as it meant killing loads of zombie-Nazi’s so that was that.
            That night, I found sleep  hard. For some reason the magpie  earlier that day   kept haunting my mind.  I tried to sleep, but when I slept, it would always  appear,   flying over  my head, haunting me.  laughing at me with a cold malicious  sound of triumph.  I woke  up with a start.
         “what’s  wrong” Rhiannon  groaned, “can’t  you ever settle  down?” 
          I rested back on the pillow and looked up at the ceiling as the dawn slowly encroach  upon the day.