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Down at the quay, back in Lymington, my Mum and Dad, other people from the town and I waited on the side of the slip for the drop to happen. The small white powerboat silently gliding, as the high tide turns, past the moorings and the jetty, before scattering the dozen or so packages down to the bed of the river at the bottom of the slip. It was still raining, it had been raining all night and most of the day before but it had settled somewhat, downgraded from torrential to light.

All of us from the sides threw ourselves into the water, me in my flannel grey dressing gown, to retrieve the packages; cocaine or heroin, from beneath us. Unseen police directed the scene from the sides, arrested were being made based upon the evidence that we would drag up from the dark nights waters.

The water was slowly rising about me. I was raised up by standing on a package so that my head was clear. My body would not respond. Something was wrong. I kept turning, around and around, pivoting on tiptoes on the tied plastic box below. What was happening to me? I tried swimming but again I could only swim around in circles. I thought that if I couldn’t sort this out then I would surely drown.

I call out to my parents who have already reached dry land and my circling becomes more controllable. I reach land with my dad pulling me up onto the side of the quay.

I walk along the quay towards the cobbles that lead up to the high street. Someone with me talks about the tunnels under us that connect shops, old pubs and houses, built by smugglers but are still used today.

I make my way to a large pub that now stands along the cobbles. Inside people from my old work that I haven’t seen for a long time mingle with new friends from London and with kids I went to school with who are obviously no longer kids but who haven’t ever changed. Did I have a drink? I can’t remember. I do know that everyone was talking about the drop that got busted. Darren someone, ex Priestlands guy, says he’ll be all right he has a nice stash at home that no one is getting their hands on. I leave them in the upstairs bar, by the back stairs and I follow JH across the cobbles to another pub. But I leave her and make my way along a tunnel into a new mall that has been built but whose shops are still to open. It runs parallel to the cobbled hill, to the east, but the hill is much steeper, so steep that I can not reach the doors at the top. It is about then that the zombies start appearing.

Everyone is running away from the quay along the tunnel to the mall, away from the zombies. But the exits here are blocked! Panic! I find a couple of wooden poles that we could use as spears. I give one to another guy and we run down the tunnel towards the advancing undead. I throw mine into a zombie’s leg but it does little to slow down the advance. People I know are getting bitten. Fox gets bitten. Anna gets bitten; I try and save her by putting her face in a blancmange shape (?!!! – Ummm…?). Then it all goes quiet, people turn back from zombies to normal people, everyone is saved, no-one died. Hooray!

I celebrate by playing, and beating, a dog (border collie) at poker. My pair of kings up against his jack five. He draws a full house on the flop, jacks over fives, I make a 4 of a kind on the turn and the river. 4 Kings! Take that dog!

The end.