The chaps arrive at Uncle Denzil’s and Norman takes post by the entrance. It is eerily quiet, no bird song and no sign of life.
Foggy, who is leading from the rear (like a proper officer) suggests that Compo should knock on the door. After all, it’s his uncle.
As Compo approaches, he sees the door is open and swinging in the breeze, with an ominous creaking. As he nears the open door, he almost jumps out of his wellies. A monstrous form erupts onto the porch.
As he confronts the zombified form of Uncle Denzil’s ‘friend’, he sees behind her, more zombies lining up to attack. Right at the back is Uncle Denzil, now a nasty zombie. Compo readies the shotgun…
…and fires both barrels. It’s a pretty good shot for the old giffer. He takes out the first two zombies with the first shot…
…the seconshot takes out the third zombie, but the nasty zombie appears unharmed!
Meanwhile at the spawn points, more zombies appear. The undead Elvis impersonator is heading for the building.
Chulmleigh the bulldog (who attached himself to the team as they arrived) charges the zombie Elvis impersonator.
Even more zombies spawn…
…and a whole group of them swarm towards brave Chulmleigh.
Meanwhile, on the porch, Compo finally disposes of the nasty zombie, that Uncle Denzil had become.
Compo and Norm take cover behind the chickens.
Then Norman Clegg edges his way into the cabin, searches and finds nothing of any use.
On the left flank, Foggy is doing a doughty job, holding off zombies with his rifle. At some point, Smiler and Foggy ran out of ammunition. Smiler acted as a runner, although maybe he was more of a shuffler. He shuffled over to Compo who had the extra ammo and then shuffled back to Foggy. I think Foggy got off another shot before he ran out again! The situation now called for fisticuffs. Unfortunately, the Marquess of Queensbury was nowhere to be seen amidst the zombie horde, so it became downright dirty.
Chulmleigh was now surrounded by zombies.
Compo used his shotgun to take out three of them…
…but then was placed in an impossible dilemma. Poor old devoted Chulmleigh had taken four wounds already and Compo knew somehow, that if the zombies killed the faithful bulldog, Chulmleigh would become one of them. With a tear in his eye and a woebegone expression, Compo fired his other barrel, to give Chulmleigh a merciful end.
[I have to pause here dear readers for a moment, as I wipe the tears from my eyes]
Meanwhile, Cleggy had been sneaking about quietly and managed to search the barbeque area. He picked up some useful first aid supplies.
Smiler and Foggy continued their stand against the rapidly spawning zombies.
It was at this point that Compo ran out of ammunition. That left our entire party unable to use their firearms. It was ‘scrimmage’ time, from now on.
Foggy and Smiler were knocking down the zombies with their melee weapons now. A piece of lead piping for Foggy and a spanner for Smiler.
A general view of the chaos ensuing…
Meanwhile, Norman was doing a cracking job of searching. In the mud of the pigsty he found a young survivor, hiding.
On Norman’s advice he made his way noisily, over to the orchard, to draw off some of the zombies attacking Foggy and Smiler.
Unfortunately, he was dispatched fairly quickly.
At this point, the chaps had decided that retreat was the better part of valour. Compo took some wounds withdrawing to their motor home, closely followed by Norman and Smiler.
But what of Foggy, I her you ask. He was embroiled in a right old dust-up and no mistake. The Master of Hounds of the Loose Chippings Hunt, was a deadly opponent, but Foggy knocked him down with his trusty lead piping. Searching the orchard was a death-defying moment for Foggy, but he persevered. Another young survivor appeared and drew off the zombies with her noisy exit.
This gave Foggy the chance to bolt for the van, rejoining his comrades.
A lone zombie tried to stop them, but Smiler had no compunction about driving straight over him and the chaps were away. Compo needed some patching up, but they were all still alive and much wiser. Where to next, they pondered as Smiler drove down the winding Devon lanes….
17 April 2016, 09:53:05 AM