The Undead: The First Seven Days
RR Haywood showcases a thrilling scene in this gripping excerpt from the best- selling British
episodic zombie horror series The Undead.
RR Haywood is the author and creator of The Undead which, since its conception in 2012, has become one of the UK’s bestselling zombie horror series, topping the charts on Amazon and Audible in the UK and the US. He works a fulltime job in law enforcement and lives in the south of England with his four German Shepherds.
“ As the destruction of the zombie apocalypse continues, a small group of survivors lead a daring plan to take fuel from an oil refinery. But a stray bullet has them running for their lives…
My name is Howie. I was named after my father Howard, but it became too confusing to have two Howards, so I became Howie. I am twenty- seven years old and I work as a night manager in a supermarket. This is my account. We reach the entrance we came in from, Nick driving straight over the bodies of the men we shot down. He aims well, scooting straight through the ruined gate and onto the access road.
The flames grow larger, a dull roar that reaches us despite the increasing distance and the sound of the engine. Then they stop. Gone. “Close the door,” Dave orders calmly. “Why’s it stopped?” Cookey asks. “It hasn’t.” His words are flat and lifeless but strike a chord in all of us. Cookey stares in horror for a second, unable to tear his eyes away from the patch of sky where the flames were.
That same patch of sky erupts as a huge fireball detonates into the air, followed a split second later by a deafening bassfilled roar.
The fireball grows larger and larger, reaching high into the sky. A solid wall of flame that seems contained and almost spherical, like a twisting tornado. The sight is awesome, mesmerising even. Then another one goes. I say another one as I have no idea what it is, but whatever is next to the fireball goes up, adding another massive explosion that rocks the ground. We all feel the vibration that shudders the vehicle, the heat wave from the first one hits us as dry charged air blasts against the vehicle.
The second fireball just melts into the first one, creating a wider, twisting wall of flame that dances hundreds of feet into the air.
The Saxon is going flat out now with the chassis vibrating noisily, causing us to tremble and judder. Cookey hangs on tight as he and the others stare out the still open rear door. I’m hanging on for dear life too, unable to stop watching the flames scorching the sky.
They grow larger every second as more dull thuds and smaller explosions reach us. Dark solid fragments fly high into the air to go spinning off deeper into the refinery. Those fragments will be super- hot and judging from the height they reach; they’ll plummet down with incredible force and cause even more damage as they land.
One of the silos goes up next, and it dwarfs the previous explosion. Making it look like a match head in comparison. A huge, thick, broiling plume of deep red and yellow flames soars up and up, the sound reaches us a second later. A sound so deep it resonates through my bones.
Another one goes, followed an instant later by another. The people in the refinery must be dead already. Nothing could survive what we’re seeing. The heat would melt them in their boots, the lack of oxygen would suffocate them.
Still we climb the hill, getting higher and higher and with every metre we climb the view of the refinery opens up. The sight sickens me, for the few fires underway are tiny in relation to the whole of the site. What we saw, the teaming huge flames reaching into the sky, were just a taste of what’s to come.
The others realise it too. Lani looking at me intensely, Cookey and Blowers staring at each other quietly. Only Dave seems unbothered as he watches out the front window. “Are we far enough?” Lani asks, “Dave… are we far enough?” He turns slowly, staring first out the back door then at her. He shakes his head, “not yet…”
Another silo goes and this time we see the detonation from