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The Beginning


I sighed loudly as I wrote the big red F on the paper in front of me.  Timmy Mann had to be the worst student in my class by far.  It broke my heart to see his disinterest.  Perhaps it was time to pass him along to the remedial teaching unit and wipe my hands of him? But the thought of consigning one of my kids to the unit made me feel really sad.  I stretched, trying to get rid of the kink from my neck.  I'd been sat marking the tests since school had let out 2 hours past.
"Miss Marshall?"  A small voice said, walking into the classroom.  It was Shelby North, or Ginger as everyone called her.  I frowned motioning for her to come inside the classroom.
"Shelby why are you still here?"  Shelby shuffled slowly into the room.
"My Mom and Dad are sick, I didn't know where else to go. Some men took them away, but I hid so they didn't see me.  I'm scared Miss Marshall can I stay here with you?"  I frowned.  Shelby wasn't known as a storyteller, I'd never known her to lie to me or any other adult.
"What do you mean your parents have been taken away? Come here and sit beside me Shelby."  I said gently.  Shelby plopped down beside me looking at with me with tear-filled eyes.
"I got off the school bus at 3.30 and let myself in the house using the mat key like I always do.  Mom and Dad were lying in bed, really sick.  Dad was coughing and burning hot and Mom wasn't moving at all, even when I spoke into her ear.  So I called 911, like you taught us to.  I told them to come quickly.  But it wasn't an ambulance that came, it was men in a white van and they put Mom and Dad into plastic covered beds.  I hid in the closet, because I was scared of them."  I put my hand on her arm, encouraging her to speak.
"Why were you scared of them Shelby, I'm sure they were only trying to help your Mom and Dad."  Shelby shook her head violently.
"No! I heard them talking, and they said that they had to take them to be disposed of.  That means like a garbage disposal, they were going to put them in a garbage disposal!"  Shelby broke into sobs and I hugged her close to me.
"I'm sure you must have heard wrong Sweetie.  Let me call the hospital and check on them."  My mind was racing, how had the child and family services allowed a 9 year old girl to slip away; someone wasn't doing their job properly.
"Come to the office with me and I'll give the hospital a call.  Do you have any family I could call for you to come and get you?"  Shelby shook her head.
"My Grandpa lives in Kentucky, but there isn't anyone else.  Do you think my Mom and Dad are ok? They're not going to be disposaled?" I pursed my lips before I correct her speech. I held out my hand to her and she put her small hand in mine.
"I did right didn't I, calling 911.  You taught us that."  Shelby said, chattering away to me as we walked down the empty hallway.
"Yes, you did."  I opened the door to the dark office, turning on the lights.
"Do you know what hospital they took your parents to?"  I asked picking up the telephone.  Shelby shrugged.
"I was hiding, I didn't hear very much."  I mentally listed the hospitals in the area, reaching for the directory.
"Do you think I could stay at your house with you tonight?" Shelby asked making dark circles on the tiled floor with the front of her shoe. I dialled the first number, it beeped in my ear with the busy signal.  I tried the next one, and the next, the same noise.
"How about I drive you to the hospital and we can see how your parents are?" Shelby nodded.
"I like your car.  Can we get something to eat too?  I haven't eaten since lunch." I nodded, although the feeling of disquiet was building inside me.  I took a deep breath.
"Yes we can get burgers on the way."  Shelby brightened.
"Wow! Jason and David won't believe this tomorrow! I got to eat burgers with Miss Marshall."  In spite of myself I smiled back.  We started walking down the dark hallways towards the main entrance.
"Oh Miss Marshall I forgot, we will have to be careful when we get outside there was a big boy who chased me here.  I told him I would tell my Mom, but he didn't listen.  He was bleeding from his mouth, like he had a tooth out."  I put my hand on the door, ready to push it open when the big boy in question slammed against them heavily.  I screamed and pushed Shelby instinctively behind me.  He punched hard on the doors, moaning and spitting blood and drool all over the windows.
"He's scary, I don't like him." Shelby said the fear coming back into her voice.  I grabbed her hand and dragged her back down the corridor towards the office, the sound of the manic teenager echoing down the empty halls.

End of Part 1.

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whoa nice piece of work there nicolisis i like how you set it in a school cant wait for the next part


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Thanks ZRedeemer

I've been wanting to write something for ages and I finished work early, so I decided to give myself an hour to write.

I'm trying to come up with the next part now.....it was a bit of a spurr of the moment thing

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GODAMMIT THEN WHAT??!!!!!!!!! finish it. you definitely have the skill to.


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ARGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!

I just wrote almost the whole next part and then my laptop overheated and lost the lot!!!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuckity Fuck Fuck!!!!!

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I dragged a now sobbing Shelby into the office closing the door firmly behind me.  The loud thumping from the sick boy had mellowed to a dull thud, followed every so often with a rattle of the door.  Even so I felt much safer in the office.  There was definitely something not right with that boy, he seemed positively animalistic and the blood and mucus just gushing down his chin made him look like a wild animal just after a kill.  I shuddered, nice analogy Sarah. I reached again for the telephone, dialling the number of the local sheriff's office.  It rang and rang, an automatic voice thanking me for my patience.  After almost five minutes of holding a man answered the phone.

"Coatesville Sheriff's Department, Sheriff Buford isn't available at the moment, how can I direct your call?"  I was taken aback at his commanding voice and manner; it calmed me instantly.

"I'm Sarah Marshall, teacher over at Madison Elementary School.  There is a boy here preventing me from leaving the building.  He seems ill, and he's bleeding quite heavily.  Can you send someone to deal with him?"  There was a scuffle on the end of the line and someone cleared their throat.

"Ms Marshall, did you approach the boy? Did you get any of his blood and or fluids on you? Did you touch or attempt to help him in anyway? What is he doing now?"  I took a deep breath, overwhelmed with the barrage of questions.

"I...erm....I haven't been near him or touched him, I haven't tried to help him because he was being so aggressive.  He didn't get any blood on me, as I'm inside the building and the door is locked.  At the moment he's slamming his fist on the door trying to get inside.  Who are you? What's happening?" The man sighed.

"Ms Marshall, are you feeling ill in any way? Do you have a Fever? Sore Throat? Runny Nose? Does it hurt when you urinate?"  I shook my head.

"No! No! I feel fine, and it definitely doesn't hurt when I urinate!!! What a question to ask me, ask anyone! Who are you? What the hell is going on?" The man muffled the receiver with what I imagined was his hand, the line was quiet for a few seconds then he came back.

"Please stay indoors, and do not attempt to leave. I will send someone to deal with the boy right away. If the situation changes please call back."  The man hung up the phone abruptly. 

"What a Asshole!" I ground out between clenched teeth.  Shelby giggled and I put my hand instinctively over my mouth.
"My Dad sometimes says bad words, but he told me never to say them."  I nodded trying to keep the smirk off my face.

"Your Dad is right." I looked down at her and smiled.  It was then that I noticed the beads of perspiration on her forehead.

"Shelby are you feeling alright?" I asked.  She shook her head.

"I'm hot, and thirsty.  Can I have a glass of water Miss Marshall?"  I walked behind the desk to the watercooler and poured her a cup.  She downed it in seconds followed by 2 further cups.  I touched my hand to her forehead and it was burning hot.

"Shelby will you come with me into the Nurses office and I'll see if I can get you something to help you cool down."  Shelby held out her hand and we walked into the hallway.  The boy was now stood almost motionless, his back to us.  I ran down the hallway pulling Shelby behind me, I didn't want to antagonise him anymore than he was. 

   I turned on the striplight and it hummed into life.  Shelby had now turned pale and she had dark circles under her eyes.  I picked her up and laid her on the bed.  She let out a sigh and collapsed against the pillow.  Her eyes closed.  I shook her gently.

“Shelby. Shelby sweetie, are you alright?” She didn’t stir; I panicked and wet a towel under the cold faucet.  I started to bathe her face, trying to bring down her fever. 

   Suddenly a light went on inside my head.  This morning when I’d driven to work, there was a news item about the African Flu coming to the country.  Perhaps this was what had happened to Shelby’s parents and what was now happening to Shelby.  The man at the sheriff’s office had told me to call him if anything changed; he’d asked if I had a fever, a sore throat, and runny nose.  I didn’t, but Shelby definitely had at least one of these symptoms. 

    I picked up the phone and rang the Sheriff’s office again.  It took a while for someone to answer again; this time the same man answered the phone.

“Coatesville Sheriff’s Office, How may I direct your call?”  I took a deep breath.

“This is Sarah Marshall again at Madison Elementary.”  The man groaned.

“Can you please get off the line Maam, we need to keep the line clear for other people to call us.”  I swore loudly.

“You don’t understand!  One of my students is very ill.  She’s running a very high fever and she’s unconscious.  Can you send an ambulance please?”  The man sighed.

“Maam Leave the infected person alone and disinfect your hands and face.  We will send a team to remove the infected person and they will take you to a designated safe zone.”  I swore looking at the phone in my hand angrily.

“She’s just a little girl! I can’t leave her alone.  What’s going on? What the hell is happening?”  The man put his hand around the receiver.

“We’ll send someone to remove the little girl immediately.  There is a contagion, which has infected a large percentage of the population of Coatesville and the surrounding county. It is highly contagious; for your own safety you must leave the little girl.  I shouldn’t be telling you this, but if I was you I would leave the room and find a cupboard and lock yourself in.”  He put down the phone.  I looked at it in horror for a moment; this was serious.  I looked down at Shelby’s still form.  Her breathing was shallow, her face red with fever.  I slumped into the chair behind the desk.  It was so much to take in.  I never thought the African Flu would reach Coatesville; it was such a small town in the middle of nowhere.  It had seemed like such a far away illness; I hadn’t given it much thought at all.  But now it was here in glaring truth.  I began to sob, succumbing finally to the tension, which had enveloped me.

   I sat for a time slowly calming myself down.  Shelby wasn’t moving at all now; I couldn’t bear to go near her, even though I wouldn’t leave her on her own.  The man on the phone had seemed so believable.

   Suddenly I heard gunshots.  I got to my feet retreating to the back of the office, sliding down behind one of the filing cabinets.  I could hear boots stomping down the hallway, opening and slamming doors.  The handle jiggled on the office; I’d locked it for safety against the possible attack from the boy.  As I watched, a size 12 boot kicked the door through.  A soldier stood in front of me, dressed in a hooded camouflage suit and mask.  He looked at me and then to Shelby lying on the bed.

“I have the infected in here.  Maam, can you come with me please.”  He held out his hand to me.  I stood up my legs feeling like jelly.

“What about Shelby?”  I asked walking towards him.  He motioned behind him and two soldiers entered the room carrying a stretcher with a plastic cover.

“Don’t worry we’ll take care of her.  Did she bite you or spit on you?”  I shook my head and let him lead me down the hallway.

“No, she was fine and then she fell ill really quickly.  Her parents were taken away this afternoon according to what she told me.  Please where are you taking her?”  The soldier bundled me through the main doors of the school.  I almost slipped as I began walking down the steps.  I turned and saw the body of the boy lying in a pool of blood; I had slipped in his spilled blood. His body was riddled with bullet holes, his face a scarlet pulp of brains and blood.  I felt bile rising in my throat; I put my hand to my mouth to stop it rising.  The soldier led me to an army truck and opened the door.

“Please get in the truck Maam, the driver will take you to the designated safe zone.”  I nodded, climbing inside.  As I watched the soldiers teeming around outside, I noticed them putting boxes and wires around the outside of the school.

“What are they doing?”  I asked the driver as he started the engine.

“Standard procedure.  The area is contaminated.  Watch the fireworks.”  As he drove away, I put my hand on the cool window, looking out into the darkness at Madison Elementary School. My home for the past 4 years; Watched as it burned, illuminating the dark night with bright yellow flames.

 

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Very good....can't wait for more.....


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Thanks Indigo Gal

I've not really written anything for ages since I put my other Zombie/Vampire novel to one side (to let it rest) I wasn't enjoying writing it anymore so that's the time to take a break.

I'm enjoying this though - I'll write more in the next couple of days.

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All I can say is WOW! Really good so far, keep it up.


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Suffer The Little Children

 

"What's going on?" I finally managed to shout above the loud roar of the engine.  The driver turned to me briefly, his face blank.  I watched emotion quickly pass over his features before he sighed.  I could tell he was conflicted between his orders and his conscience.

"Well I don't know much, only what I've been told officially and what I heard from the other guys. I shouldn't really be telling you any of this, but the worlds going hell anyway."  He stalled licking his lips as if deciding whether to continue.

"So tell me." I shouted and he looked taken aback for a moment.  He cleared his throat.

"Well the official stance is that a strain of flu has made it over from Africa, and that we've been brought in to help contain it - which basically means taking the infected away, and killing those that are too far gone."  My mind wandered to the memory of the boy lying dead on the school steps and I shuddered.

"So you're killing people who are infected?"  I said with an edge to my voice.  The driver glared at me.

"Well not me personally, but yeah.  I haven't even picked up a gun yet, but according to what I've heard from a couple of my buddies, this is a nasty virus, it turns you into a maniac and you try to kill whoever you come across.  We try to get the infected before they reach that stage, so we can try and help them.  Once they've gone schitzo then basically you're fucked - pardon the language Maam."  I blew out a breath, not realising that I'd been holding it.

"So where are you taking me now?" I asked and the driver turned his attention back to the road.
"The safe zone.  It's the stadium over at Clearwater.  Look Maam, I would appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone about our conversation.  I don't fancy spending the rest of my days in the brig."  I nodded absently, trying to take in all that he'd told me.

"Anyway, you'll see for yourself soon - I have to drive into Coatesville to pick up other survivors before heading over there."  I felt my heart lurch into my throat.

"We've got to go into Coatesville? With people like that boy running round trying to kill us?"  The driver smiled.

"Maam this is a M934 truck - it's damn near impossible to get inside this baby."  He patted the dashboard with affection.

"Besides, it's that damn big we just drive over anything in our way."  I sat back further into my seat, my fingers tightening around the seatbelt until my knuckles turned white.  He turned and looked at me frowning.

"We're not getting out of the truck Maam, we're strictly pick up.  They'll put the survivors in the back and away we go.  Don't worry, I got your back." I smiled weakly, letting my face touch the cool window.

    I couldn't believe that 5 hours ago I'd been teaching my class Tom Sawyer and now I was in an army truck being driven through my hometown that was full of murderous, rampaging friends and neighbours.  I shuddered, looking absently into the dark night, peppered every so often by fires.

"Why did they blow up the school?"  I said not turning to face him. The driver groaned; I could tell he was already sick of my questions.

"It was for containment purposes.  There was already at least 2 infected individuals in the building and if it had stood, maybe more would have followed. The Quacks are still finding out how this virus ticks, so by blowing up the school they hope to stop it from spreading - at least from that quarter."  I nodded; it made sense in an overblown US Army kind of way.

"Maam, we're heading into downtown now.  Things could get a bit scary for a while.  Just remember, you're safe in the truck as long as you keep the doors and windows closed."  I closed my eyes tightly as we turned onto Main Street.

“Oh Shit! I’m going to hit her.”  The driver said as he turned the truck sharply.  I looked out of the window at a little girl lying in the street, an imprint of the front tyre across her Barney nightdress, her right arm a bloody mess in the sidewalk.  There was blood and drool all over her face and it took me a moment to recognise her.  It was Jenny Abbott, one of the little girls from my class.  She’d been absent for a few days with flu. A sob escaped my throat and I stuffed my fist into my mouth to keep from losing control.

“Damn, is she...?”  The driver said and I nodded, looking at her broken body. 

“Oh God!! I’m going to hell for this one.”  He said reversing the truck away from the body.  I looked away from her broken body, focusing instead on my hands.  I’d almost bitten through the skin on the back of my right hand.

“What the Fuck?”  The driver screamed and I sat to attention looking out of the window.  Jenny had gotten to her feet and was shuffling after the truck, her one remaining arm out-stretched.

“We have to help her!” I screamed trying to unlock the door and get out.  The driver slammed his hand against the lock override preventing me from opening the doors.

“No! She’s one of them now.”  I turned to him in horror.

“What do you mean, she’s one of them now?”  The driver put the truck into gear and sped away down the street.

“What I didn’t tell you is that, well there’s a side-effect to the virus.  One of my buddies shot an infected man in the chest, left a hole the side of a tennis ball right through it.  Five minutes later the man gets up and goes for round 2.”  I shook my head violently.

“I don’t understand, you mean they come back from the dead?”  The driver nodded, wiping away the sweat from his top lip.

“Yeah! Nothing I hate more than fucking Zombies!”  


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Thanks

I'll try to write some more today - I have a job interview at 11am though, so it could be tomorrow before it's posted.


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Good luck on the job interview......I am really liking this story too....so hope you can get most up soon!!


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Thanks Indigo Gal - Incidently I didn't get the job and I wasn't too bothered about it either - it was like a concentration camp for customer service people....crammed into little cubicles on a dialler ringing and selling Gas!! Argh!!! Anyhoo - next part of the story is coming up!!!


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The Road to Hell

 

I kept my eyes shut as the driver continued to push infected people out of the way using the truck.  I could hear their hands banging on the sides of the truck, the thumps as the driver hit them.  I lost count of the number of bangs and thumps I heard.  Finally, thankfully they stopped and the driver brought the truck to a stop.

“Where are we?”  I asked opening my eyes slowly, blinking the tears away that had been threatening to overflow the entire journey.

“Pick up.  It’s the Sheriff’s office.  They made a pretty good barricade.”  He said admiration in his voice.

“How long until we get to the safe zone?” I asked, feeling the uncomfortable fullness in my bladder.  The driver shrugged.

“A couple of hours, maybe three – depending on how many cars I have to move out of the way to get there.”  I rolled my eyes reaching for the door catch.

“Can you let me out please, I really need to pee.”  I said finally. The Driver smiled and nodded.

“Good idea.  I might see if I can rustle us up some chow.”  He opened the doors and I slid gratefully to the ground.  The compound, which had been the sheriff’s office and some surrounding buildings, was full of people.  Groups of them sat around huddled in blankets.  I spotted someone I knew and walked across to her group.

“Maddie, it’s Sarah.  Are you alright?”  I squatted down next to a fellow teacher from Madison Elementary.  Madeleine Crier was the 6th Grade class teacher; she and I were friends, but not really close.  She was shaking, the warmth from the blanket not seeming to penetrate.

“Maddie.”  I said again touching her shoulder.  She shrank back from my touch her eyes filled with fear.

“They’re all gone Sarah – David, Annalise, Tommy they’ve all got it.  I’m all alone in here.  Maybe I should have let David have me?”  I touched her again and this time she didn’t shrink away.

“I’m so sorry Maddie.”  I said simply.  She began to pick at imaginary fleas on her blanket, working her way slowly into hysteria.

“You’re so lucky Sarah, you don’t have anyone here.  Your family is thousands of miles away.  I should have listened to David when he told me about the African Flu, but I told him it was another scare story to keep us all in line.  I should have listened!!!” She dissolved into sobs.  A woman sat close to her put her arm around her and made shushing noises.

“Shush, it’s alright Maddie.”  She looked up at me and smiled sadly.

“Her Husband, Son and Daughter are out there, poor woman.  At least it was only my cat I was leaving behind.  I’m Sally by the way, Sally Bergstrom.”  I nodded.

“Yes, Hi Sally – You worked at the library right?  Listen, is there anywhere I could go to the bathroom?”  Sally pointed over to the diner that I hadn’t noticed was now part of the compound.

“Ned’s diner is your best bet.  Grab something to eat before all the food is rationed.”  I got to my feet.

“Do you want to come?”  Sally looked down at Maddie and then out into the darkness. 

“Yes, I think I will come with you.”  She untangled herself from Maddie’s arms and got to her feet. 

“You seem strong Sarah.  If I’m going to survive this thing I’m going to have to have strong people around me.”  She took a last look at Maddie sobbing on the floor and then turned her back.  I didn’t know whether to admire her or hate her; but I suppose she did have a point.  It was a matter of survival, and Maddie was a risk.  I couldn’t believe how callas I was being; this was not the way I had been brought up at all.  But in situations like this, I suppose we all have to make a choice to survive or succumb.

    Sally and I walked into the diner, a sea of male heads turned as we entered, including the driver.

“Hey Teacher, you want something to eat?  It’s real good.”  He shovelled a forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth.  I nodded and Sally got us a table and ordered some food.  I walked through to the restrooms and locked myself into one of the cubicles.  Only then did I allow myself to cry.

 

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The mountain of mashed potatoes, stew and vegetables tasted wonderful.  I hadn’t realised how hungry I was until I had chewed my first bite.  I felt much better after my cry, stronger somehow.  It was almost as if I had made my choice there – I wanted to live, I wasn’t going to fall to pieces like Maddie and some of the others had.  Maybe Sally was right, maybe I was strong.

   The driver joined us at our table bringing a piece of pie with whipped cream on it.

“I can’t believe how good this food tastes.  It was almost worth driving through a street of Zombies to get here.”  He chewed on a piece of pie a look of ecstasy on his face. 

“So what’s your name driver?”  I asked taking another bite of mashed potatoes.  He smiled.

“I’m Private First Class Andrew O’Herlihey.  You can call me Paddy.  You are?”  I smiled.

“I’m Sarah Marshall and this is Sally Bergstrom.”  Paddy looked Sally up and down, quite pleased by what he saw.  She was middle thirties, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail, she was slender and looked like she worked out.  Sally was returning the admiring looks.  I snickered.

“Do you two want to get a room?”  Paddy smirked shovelling more pie into his mouth.

“Maybe later.”  Sally didn’t look opposed to the idea.  I forced myself to eat the last bite of food on my plate.  I didn’t know when I would get such a meal again.  The radio on Paddy’s jacket squawked into life.

“Private be ready to leave in 5 minutes.  Start loading the civilians into the truck. Over.”  Paddy got to his feet, taking the radio out of its holder and speaking into it.

“Yes Sergeant. Are you coming Ladies?”  He said helping Sally out of the booth.  At any other time, seeing two people really into each other wouldn’t bother me, but there was something about being surrounded by imminent death that made me want to grab the nearest man and fuck him senseless.  Maybe I was jealous? I didn’t know.  I climbed up into the cab next to Paddy and Sally.  The back of the truck started to fill with people all clambering to get a spot.  When it was full there was still at least fifty people left behind.  I felt a twinge of guilt as Paddy started the engine and the truck rumbled into life.  Maddie was one of those left behind.  She looked up at me with soul-less eyes.  It made me feel terrible, like I was abandoning her. 

    The concrete cordons were moved to allow us to get out.  Around the entrance I saw hundreds of bodies, piled up, bullet holes in their foreheads or what was left of their heads.  I didn't know what the next few hours would hold for us, but I felt like we were on the road to hell.
 
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Thanks Thasic  I'll try and write some more today - now that I've built some tension, let's meet some dead people........


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Very much enjoying it Nic keep it up 


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lol this is great - keep it up !

can i just ask - what happened to your font size in the last installment - it was strange....

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Hi

Not sure what happened - I usually use MSWord, but it's been playing up so I've been using Staroffice instead, but it's poo - I'm going to reinstall Word I think instead.

Thanks for reading

Niky x

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I've really liked what you've written so far, do you intend to continue?


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Yes, definately.  I've been concentrating on finding a job - which is hard at the moment.  If I want a crappy £5 an hour job, then I'd be fine.


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You're in the United Kingdom! I've visited there a couple times many years ago. I'm in the USA. Things are getting tight here too! I wish you luck.


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