Strike

When news of a zombie apocalypse hits South Wales, David Crenshaw is forced to defend himself and his girlfriend from an onslaught of brain-munching zombies. But, while David and his soul mate flee the country, the government announces that there will be a large lockdown of all major roads in and out of Wales.

This news is justified by several political spokespersons, but David soon discovers the government’s real plan for the future of Wales, and the rest of Great Britain.

Chapter 1   

David Crenshaw awoke in his sunny hillside resort in South Wales, Abergavenny, the gentle rays of sunlight gracing his rough, tanned skin. He twisted his head sideways, so he could face his soon-to-be fiancée, Karen.

‘Hey, love’ David said in a smooth, calming tone.

‘Alright’ Karen replied, in her stereotypical Welsh accent.

David flexed his body to the left, levering his muscular body upward with his toned arms.

‘Where you think you’re going?’ Karen blurted, surprised by her boyfriend’s sudden absence from the bed.

‘Some of us have to go to work, love’ he replied jokingly. Karen had clearly been verbally defeated, and retreated back under the lush cream duvet cover.

David now stood at the left side of the bed, clad in nothing but underpants and a small white tee. He looked around his luxurious apartment, taking note of all the spectacular items he possessed. It had taken him years to finally find a decent job, a woman like Karen, and finally settle down. But it was all worth it, he thought to himself.

David glanced at a digital clock that lay on the metal bedside cabinet next to the bed. He strolled toward his dark mahogany wardrobe, opened the door, and peered inside.

He retrieved a light brown shirt, a pair of jeans, and some underwear from the lower section of the wardrobe. He placed them on the foot of the bed, and went to the bathroom to clean up.

After David had showered, washed his teeth, and put on deodorant, he stepped out onto the long strip of carpet that was the landing. He ran his thin fingers through his jet black hair as he stepped through the doorway of his bedroom, where his girlfriend was asleep.