Their speed was a fraction of what they would have expected, pre-apocalypse, but to be travelling at all was the only thing that mattered. Progress was steady. The motorway, whilst never completely clear, was passable for the most part. There were occasional delays and distractions where they came upon vehicles that had crashed, whole sections of road that resembled scrap heaps, but they found a way through. Sometimes it took a little patience and coaxing to unpick maze-like, tangled-up, multiple wrecks but, so far, they had always found a solution.
Though their destination hadn’t yet been decided, before they’d left the barracks, they’d agreed upon a route away from London and the south-east. When they’d left the others at Lakeside, David had told Gary they were planning to head for Camb
