“IT MIGHT JUST WORK, DAVE. YOU NEVER KNOW.” Oho! This letter did indeed make interesting reading. It was a letter ordering the squad to re-deploy, now that the zombie threat had been ‘neutralised’ in the area of Melbourne Port. And to where was the squad commander, a sergeant, ordered to re-deploy his men? Allow me to quote: “You are ordered to make all necessary arrangements to disassemble and vacate your current encampments at Melbourne General Cemetery by 08.00 hours, Tuesday next, and proceed by train to the temporary barracks now established on the South West outskirts of the City of Swan Hill. Your squad’s redeployment is required to assist in quelling an outbreak of the infection that has recently occurred in that locale. Upon arrival, you are to make yourself known to the camp commandant (name suppressed) by phone and all necessary transport arrangements to the camp will be put in place ...” Clear enough. A useful document - if I wished to go, unimpeded and by train, to Swan Hill. Did I? A boy could do worse, I thought. Hmm. What did I know about Swan Hill? It was the terminus of the northerly train line out of Melbourne and on the banks of the ‘Mighty Murray River’. A river-port for paddle steamers. Home to the giant Murray cod. And? Nope, that’s about all I knew about Swan Hill. So, naturally, I decided David and I should go there as soon as possible. I outlined my plan to David. The only aspect of the plan that he understood, I think, was that I wanted him to get inside the otherwise unoccupied (but extra- fancy) coffin which had been conveniently left in the crypt – and then to stay quiet for a very long time. David seemed dubious, very dubious. No matter, I would sleep on the details of my plan and elaborate on them to David in the morning – whether he wanted to listen to them or not.
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