‘Listen, you’ll stay close, won’t you?’ She nods. ‘Are you worried about something?’ ‘Well, it’s a long time since we’ve seen other people—I just don’t know what to expect. I’m sure everything will be fine, but you must let me know if you spot anything that could be dangerous, or if you see anyone else from our camp, especially if you see any vampires.’ She nods again, less enthusiastically this time. ‘Abbi?’ ‘Yeah?’ ‘When we find our parents, will you still remember me?’ I laugh. ‘Are you serious? You are like a sister to me. Not only will I remember you, I will phone you and visit you all the time. So much so you’ll be sick of me.’ ‘Never!’ she says, throwing her arms around me. I fold her up in my embrace and kiss the top of her head. ‘I love you.’ ‘I love you too.’ ‘Come on then, let’s see if we can find a phone.’ She takes my hand again and we continue to walk on, along beside a stream. We cross a slightly dilapidated wooden bridge, and after that the path ends at a gate. The other side is a gravel car park, beyond which are actual terraces of houses. Civilisation.
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