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Bridge Street.
Chapter 7 - Regeneration.
George alongside the other three with no casualties, just won their battle with the Zs. George lighting a cigarette while they walk up to a street, which is a town centres of taxi rank but the only thing that is malodorous, is the smell coming from what I am about to show you. Some of the taxi doors in the row of taxis are open, the first one is the front passenger side door that’s open, they walk past noticing nothing going on inside, they don’t stop to check the back, if there is someone inside they would let them know. The second silver eight-seater they can see through the front window, with a bloodied smeared hand which brings your vision to the taxi driver slumped over the steering wheel, with the side of his head eaten away, what is left of his brains spilled out, from the cracked skull he has acquired, they get to the back of the cab door half open, a lady is laying on her back with her guts ripped out, boobs out.
George says “She was hoping to get lucky tonight.”
Adam asks “How you know that?”
George responds saying “She has her flange out mate, no knickers or thong.”
Tony without hesitation nearly slipping as he turns to look, Adam isn’t closely behind to look.
George says asking “Lads she is dead, what you going to do take a pic?”
Adam says “Nah, of course not.”
As he tries to slyly puts his phone back into his jean pocket.
Tony says “Such a waste, looks nice to taste.”
They re-join Shane alongside George approaching the third, that has the back door slid fully open to the black eight-seater cab, with the smartly dressed bald Z cab driver, he is on all fours eating his human dinner, as George is waving his hand down, after starting to crouch walk, the bald head of the Z starts to grow hair with every piece of flesh it swallows. George notices this out of the corner of his eye but does not want to stick around, to get to know why this is happening or how the Z became without hair on his head in the first place. They cross over the road going between two taxis, more of them in the line but not wanting to find out what is in the other taxis, looking in the front of the other taxi as they stop in the gap, seeing the white taxi driver, could be English or Polish or even Scottish who knows, he has had his cheek bitten off, blood has seeped from a knife wound in his forehead, the knife still inside but not pushed all the way in. George stepping forward, noticing the taxi drivers door is wide open. A person on a black bike just swerves, missing the four of them, but most probably most importantly not crashing into them or the cab drivers side door or the dead female Z, a hammer still sticking out of her skull. Shane’s phone light highlights the blood that had seeped out of the Z’s head from the hammer blow, some bike tire trails visible in the settling snow, she is laying on her side with her black snowy trainers poking out the settled snow. The cyclist didn’t stop he has long gone. They walk down the same back way that Bobby took Tracy, speaking of let’s go see what they are doing.
Bobby walking with Tracy towards the Grafton center, being quiet because of the bodies that lay on the ground, don’t know if they are dead or undead, they both notice a crashed bike with a crushed turquoise food delivery thermal bag, just gathering more of the falling snow flakes, wondering if any food is inside. They do not have many weapons just the corkscrew along with Bobbies muscles, that are still to be put to the test, see just like Tony you can have all the muscles you like, but in these situations if you can’t fight, your fucked. Bobby nearly treads with all his weight on to a black object submerged into the snowy coating, like icing sugar dusted over a cake. Bobby picks up the dark object, brushes away the snow it’s an Eye phone, clicking the circular button, the home screen lights up, with a couple kissing at a mountains mouth, he just gets a glimpse at the time before noticing the one percent battery in the corner. After the phone powers down. He puts this in his back trouser pocket, after tells Tracy.
“It is seven minutes past three in the morning.”
They carry on walking towards the front of the Grafton center.
Tracy Says “I am hungry also thirsty.”
Bobby response is "Same, we can look in the shopping center.”
Lucky for the pair the doors are still open, they normally lock it at a certain time of night, to keep the homeless out from sleeping within. The doors are opening then to quickly shut on the already crushed head of a person, like a watermelon that has repeatedly been hit by a sledge hammer, while the body lay inside the shopping centre. Bobby does the Jesus cross over himself, while Tracy winces. They can hear somebody eating, when I say eating I mean the disgusting type, like slurping spaghetti in pasta sauce shite. They look to their right to see outside of a closed bank, is a smartly dressed person laying dead with half of his brains laying out over the pavement. Seeing a coating of snow all around the two Z’s feast. Alphabeti spaghetti, starting now.
tHE FIRSt ONe CroUcheD oVer eatinG the MAns intestines, bLood goes dripPing doWn his chin, with the other Z with its bacK to the pair, Bobby alongside Tracy breaths QuietlY eXhales Joining each other’s, the second Z hunched over feasting on the brains of their victims, keeping it as an exclusive meal.
You now can clap, finishing here.
After the first few brain portions go into the second Zs mouth, the second Z straightens up as the rotten flesh on its face starts to heal, his eyes start to regain their rightful colour. He starts sniffling as he is envisioning the guys life, of the brain he was devouring.
What the Z is envisioning is the guy, seeing this through his eyes, he is rushing through the airport with his girlfriend, one hand pulling his luggage while the other is reaching out for his lady’s hand, he turns his head to see her, dark hair swaying while she is rushing beside, her hand trying to reach out for his, her red lipstick sticking out on her lips, one of her smiles that can bring happiness to life, not just his life but everyones lives that she come into touch with, as their hands clasp together, as they are weaving around people.
It jumps to when they are on an airplane, she has taken her seat, but he is standing putting his bag in the overheads, wearing a grey t’shirt. While speaking with her but the words are muffled, her eyes as dark as a wishing well on a dark night, you could easily get lost in them, she scrapes a couple of strands of her hair back to flick behind her ear, while giggling at something he just said. As he sits down beside her to hold her hand, her fingers locking with his, an engagement ring on her finger, they kiss.
It skips forward, to them at the place where that picture on the phone that Bobby found was taken, as the guy is giving someone his phone after the couple go to stand in front of the mountain. But the visual effects that the Z is experiencing abruptly stops because the other Z that was munching on the guys intestines is on the move barging past to go get what he has spotted, you would think this would be Bobby along Tracy but turning to see them not there anymore, well you would be gone if you was in their shoes.
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George alongside the other three with no casualties, just won their battle with the Zs. George lighting a cigarette while they walk up to a street, which is a town centres of taxi rank but the only thing that is malodorous, is the smell coming from what I am about to show you. Some of the taxi doors in the row of taxis are open, the first one is the front passenger side door that’s open, they walk past noticing nothing going on inside, they don’t stop to check the back, if there is someone inside they would let them know. The second silver eight-seater they can see through the front window, with a bloodied smeared hand which brings your vision to the taxi driver slumped over the steering wheel, with the side of his head eaten away, what is left of his brains spilled out, from the cracked skull he has acquired, they get to the back of the cab door half open, a lady is laying on her back with her guts ripped out, boobs out.
George says “She was hoping to get lucky tonight.”
Adam asks “How you know that?”
George responds saying “She has her flange out mate, no knickers or thong.”
Tony without hesitation nearly slipping as he turns to look, Adam isn’t closely behind to look.
George says asking “Lads she is dead, what you going to do take a pic?”
Adam says “Nah, of course not.”
As he tries to slyly puts his phone back into his jean pocket.
Tony says “Such a waste, looks nice to taste.”
They re-join Shane alongside George approaching the third, that has the back door slid fully open to the black eight-seater cab, with the smartly dressed bald Z cab driver, he is on all fours eating his human dinner, as George is waving his hand down, after starting to crouch walk, the bald head of the Z starts to grow hair with every piece of flesh it swallows. George notices this out of the corner of his eye but does not want to stick around, to get to know why this is happening or how the Z became without hair on his head in the first place. They cross over the road going between two taxis, more of them in the line but not wanting to find out what is in the other taxis, looking in the front of the other taxi as they stop in the gap, seeing the white taxi driver, could be English or Polish or even Scottish who knows, he has had his cheek bitten off, blood has seeped from a knife wound in his forehead, the knife still inside but not pushed all the way in. George stepping forward, noticing the taxi drivers door is wide open. A person on a black bike just swerves, missing the four of them, but most probably most importantly not crashing into them or the cab drivers side door or the dead female Z, a hammer still sticking out of her skull. Shane’s phone light highlights the blood that had seeped out of the Z’s head from the hammer blow, some bike tire trails visible in the settling snow, she is laying on her side with her black snowy trainers poking out the settled snow. The cyclist didn’t stop he has long gone. They walk down the same back way that Bobby took Tracy, speaking of let’s go see what they are doing.
Bobby walking with Tracy towards the Grafton center, being quiet because of the bodies that lay on the ground, don’t know if they are dead or undead, they both notice a crashed bike with a crushed turquoise food delivery thermal bag, just gathering more of the falling snow flakes, wondering if any food is inside. They do not have many weapons just the corkscrew along with Bobbies muscles, that are still to be put to the test, see just like Tony you can have all the muscles you like, but in these situations if you can’t fight, your fucked. Bobby nearly treads with all his weight on to a black object submerged into the snowy coating, like icing sugar dusted over a cake. Bobby picks up the dark object, brushes away the snow it’s an Eye phone, clicking the circular button, the home screen lights up, with a couple kissing at a mountains mouth, he just gets a glimpse at the time before noticing the one percent battery in the corner. After the phone powers down. He puts this in his back trouser pocket, after tells Tracy.
“It is seven minutes past three in the morning.”
They carry on walking towards the front of the Grafton center.
Tracy Says “I am hungry also thirsty.”
Bobby response is "Same, we can look in the shopping center.”
Lucky for the pair the doors are still open, they normally lock it at a certain time of night, to keep the homeless out from sleeping within. The doors are opening then to quickly shut on the already crushed head of a person, like a watermelon that has repeatedly been hit by a sledge hammer, while the body lay inside the shopping centre. Bobby does the Jesus cross over himself, while Tracy winces. They can hear somebody eating, when I say eating I mean the disgusting type, like slurping spaghetti in pasta sauce shite. They look to their right to see outside of a closed bank, is a smartly dressed person laying dead with half of his brains laying out over the pavement. Seeing a coating of snow all around the two Z’s feast. Alphabeti spaghetti, starting now.
tHE FIRSt ONe CroUcheD oVer eatinG the MAns intestines, bLood goes dripPing doWn his chin, with the other Z with its bacK to the pair, Bobby alongside Tracy breaths QuietlY eXhales Joining each other’s, the second Z hunched over feasting on the brains of their victims, keeping it as an exclusive meal.
You now can clap, finishing here.
After the first few brain portions go into the second Zs mouth, the second Z straightens up as the rotten flesh on its face starts to heal, his eyes start to regain their rightful colour. He starts sniffling as he is envisioning the guys life, of the brain he was devouring.
What the Z is envisioning is the guy, seeing this through his eyes, he is rushing through the airport with his girlfriend, one hand pulling his luggage while the other is reaching out for his lady’s hand, he turns his head to see her, dark hair swaying while she is rushing beside, her hand trying to reach out for his, her red lipstick sticking out on her lips, one of her smiles that can bring happiness to life, not just his life but everyones lives that she come into touch with, as their hands clasp together, as they are weaving around people.
It jumps to when they are on an airplane, she has taken her seat, but he is standing putting his bag in the overheads, wearing a grey t’shirt. While speaking with her but the words are muffled, her eyes as dark as a wishing well on a dark night, you could easily get lost in them, she scrapes a couple of strands of her hair back to flick behind her ear, while giggling at something he just said. As he sits down beside her to hold her hand, her fingers locking with his, an engagement ring on her finger, they kiss.
It skips forward, to them at the place where that picture on the phone that Bobby found was taken, as the guy is giving someone his phone after the couple go to stand in front of the mountain. But the visual effects that the Z is experiencing abruptly stops because the other Z that was munching on the guys intestines is on the move barging past to go get what he has spotted, you would think this would be Bobby along Tracy but turning to see them not there anymore, well you would be gone if you was in their shoes.
© Homeslice19
