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Bridge Street.
Chapter 3 - Sorry We Are Closed.
The guy eventually comes in, dressed in a white blood covered shirt, black trousers with his wet blood soaked dark blue tie wrapped around his right hand, because his hand is squeezed tightly, droplets of blood leaving the tie splashing below. He don’t have whites to his eyes they are just dark red. He is groaning while his jaw snapping together like a vicious dog, his hands grabbing at the moment fin air, his left cheek starts to peel away from his face, splattering on the wooden floor, teeth alongside gum starts falling from the hollowed cheek.
Everyone starts to panic while asking the same question“What the fuck!?”
George grabs both of the women putting them behind the men while they back away, throwing anything in sight at the rotting man, that is slowly staggering forward.
Slow motion. Aida throws a wine glass that smashes off his head, stunning the Z for a few seconds, Antonio throws a wooden handles steak knife at the dead looking fella, it goes through the hole in his cheek, but doesn’t stay in his mouth for too long, because the other-side peels away from his face, the knife clattering alongside the bloody bit of cheek splattering to the wooden ground, like a ships decking. Amelia throws a couple menus at him, they don’teven give him a paper cut.
Jackson cracks a joke“We just sold out of our human brain sir.”
George says“I have a idea, I will come back keep him at bay.”
George runs in to the kitchen.
He comes back with a red handled knife, walking up to the guy that grabs ahold of George’s jacket, bringing him closer.
George uppercut stabs the guy while saying “Bruh brush your teeth once in a while, ever heard of a mint, Christ almighty.”
The guy releasing George that swipes the knife backwards out of the Z’s head, as his eyes go black like a laptop shutting down, as he crumbles to the ground, laying on top of the menus.
Jackson tells Aida“You have keys in your bag, so you can lock the fucking door, so we can figure out what this shit is.”
She starts rummaging through her black handbag. George takes a chair putting it under the handle of the door, digging it into the square rug.
While telling whoever will listen“Can you dim the lights? so we can see better outside, there could be more.”
Amelia dims the lights, everyone staying low while looking outside, a bus stop the other side of the road opposite the restaurant, to their right you can see the beginning of the bridge, that goes over the river Cam.
Whispering the head chef says“We need weapons.”
George pulls out his cigarettes, lighting one up.
Aida pulling out the restaurant key while asking“What you doing? You can’t smoke in here.”
George says“Well you don’t think I am going out there to smoke.”
Cezar says“It is not that bad.”
Andrej responds“It might be, look.”
He points in to the dark of the night, a figure kneeling on the floor munching the contents of someone else’s stomach. George watching Aida’s face wince in terror while, she is slowly turning the key to lock the door, he offers her a cigarette, in which she takes him up on the offer.
George saying“Well At least there won’t be no vomit on the streets tomorrow, the crows will have to find another meal.”
Jackson responds saying“Just some humans flesh to peck at.”
George says“Well when one door shuts another opens.”
Aida lights up the cigarette, while shaking a little.
George says “It would be wise for us to put something over the smoke alarm, or take the batteries out just throwing it out there.”
Adam grabs a chair and walks to the beginning of the corridor, stepping on the chair, fiddling around with the smoke alarm.
George still bending down at the front window, smoking.
He says “We are going to need resources, weapons, we could be the only people left or we need to find help at least.”
Carlo swigging on his beer responds saying“It is true, we need to get some weapons also stuff to protect this place because it could be our fortress for a while.”
George asks“Who wants to check the street situation out with me?”
Amelia, Carlo along with the Hungarian man Adam, put their hands up. The head chef is sitting at one of the tables, rolling a big cigarette, a grinder beside.
George says“Save me some.”
They go back into the kitchen to get protection if needed for everyone. While they go there a police car comes streaming down with their lights flashing, but hits something in the road or his face is being eaten, that causes it to flip. Slow motion, as the cop car is in mid air, the workers in the restaurant, gawping, Carlo spits his beer out, looking through the smashed cops window, the police officer is getting his face munched off by a Z, on its roof skidding down the road, stopping at the mouth of the bridge, blocking off the majority of the road, as a fluid is dripping off from the flipped cop car.
George drags the dead Z out from restaurant, droplets of blood from the Zs wounds smearing as he is dragged from the wooden floor onto the square welcome-matt, passing over the doorframe to the cold concrete street floor, sitting his slumped body against the wall beside the entrance, while Carlo, Adam alongside Amelia step out from the restaurant. They start to walk left towards, Sains____s. Crouching down as the streets ahead look too quiet apart from hearing a little commotion in the near distance, screaming. Adam alongside Carlo agree to cross the street, to cover both sides, all armed with a sharp colour-coded kitchen knife, thanks to Jackson for keeping them sharp. George holding red alongside Amelia clutching green, the both of them crouching while walking forward. All the lights in Café Red are off, the place looks dead apart from the Z having a feast over their shoulders. They carry on stealthily walking past the other French restaurant, shards of glass on the path, from a hole in the full wall window half of a table hanging out of the windows frame. The restaurant has erupted into chaos as the new different type of a customers eating the front of house staff instead of what the chefs have made, both start tip toeing over the broken glass.
While George whispers“I never understood why this restaurant is always full, Polish kitchen staff, Italian waiting staff making French food.”
Amelia responds saying“I know, I wanted to work here but they turned me down, the tips are amazing.”
Inside of the restaurant a Z is eating the stomach contents of a darker haired male waiter, lungs along with intestines spilling out, a group of five chefs walk out from the kitchen, armed with knives, droplets of blood drying on their whites, the front chef is a hefty geezer, rolled up sleeves to reveal colorful tattoos, armed with a meat cleaver, a Z running towards him with jaw snapping. *Whack!* meat cleaver sticking out from the falling Z. Carlo alongside Adam walking further up, George beside Amelia crossing over a turning onto a side road. Another window from the restaurant explodes outwards followed by the cause, a chair. A shiny black motorbike is approaching towards, the person riding bent forward, a person on the back arms around the drivers waist, the visor open. George sees the blood eyes of the woman on the back, that takes her helmet off lobbing it behind her, rolling along the tarmac, as they speed past. The pair of them walking past a small church that’s beside a pub, the motorbike hits into the police car, distant explosions over their shoulder.
All four arrive at the orange chain supermarket, Carlo holding onto the blue handled knife, Adam has ahold of his yellow handled knife. The Z’s must have heard the surrounding clubs music, gone there to feed on the living. A body laying further up on the cobble road. A couple of chained together orange deep trolleys, a pound coin to free one.
George says“Stay alert guys, cover each others backs, get things that will help us if we have to hold up in the restaurant for a few days.”
Carlo says“This reminds me of Brazil, man I left there because I was afraid of someone ending my life.”
Adam says“Same man but mine was more for a job also money, but there is faszfejek everywhere bro.”
George says “Yeah, there are motherfuckers everywhere bro.”
Amelia has already starting to walk in, so the lads decide to catch up to her.
Products are all over grey laminated floor, a cheese counter is beside them, if you look closer you would see a bloody severed bitten hand amongst the different wedges like a cat amongst the pigeons, as they carry on walking towards the rows of tills. A tipped shopping trolley with a box of sanitary towels lay on its side within.A dead chunky female worker with a hole in her head, brains splattered on the ground below, like a leaky tap blood is dripping out, she is slumped over the first till. In the middle a male with a darker skin complexion, laying over the tills conveyer belt, by the looks of the way he is dressed he doesn’t work here, he has his back to the guys. They stand beside the veg along with fruit isle with a meat fridge to start the isle, backing onto a tinned isle. George walks over to the till, the register is open on the first one, he starts taking the five, ten, twenty along with all of the fifty pound notes out, stashing them in his pocket, with the one also two pound coins.
Amelia asks“What are you doing? We need to get food not money.”
George responds saying“Yes we will but being a chef in a chain restaurant don’t pay that well, eventually this will end, while I am doing this, take that trolley, fill it up with food also drink, alcohol as well, you can keep the tampons just incase they have the painters in.”
Carlo is pointing beside George that looks, to see the cashier, that is sitting upright with red eye Jedi but not from smoking weed, with a chunk of her cheek stuck on the surface she was laying on, with chucks of her chubby cheeks falling down her into her lap, her teeth grinding together with each snap like someone that is on pills.
George jumping while shouting“Oh Shit!”
His red handled knife stabbing through the middle of her forehead, skull cracking through to the other side, while she slumps forward, blood trickling down the back of her neck, her hair being in a ponytail like well a ponies tail. George removes his knife while some of her brittle skin is stuck to his blade, he grabs to wipe, with a carrier bag moving onto the next till.
Adam laughing while smacking Carlo’s back saying“She looked like a shit unicorn.”
George joins in with laughing, while stuffing his pockets, but Amelia don’t share the same humor.
The other two go to find to fill another free trolley while Adam stays with George that is moving around the tills filling his pockets with cash from the tills, occasionally having to kill an undead cashier. Adam picks up a basket from one of the carries at the end, of a fill that George has just emptied, he will fill it with meat.
George alongside Adam are walking with a full basket each, George’s filled with cigarettes also tobacco along with papers also lighters. They turn walking down isle seven, a customer services mans body lay in a puddle of blood, a basket tipped over its contents spilled, a plastic wrapper of a knife lay on the ground but no sight of the weapon.
George says“Someone doesn’t like the customer service here.”
Adam says“Check out this killer deal, you buy one, get one free.”
Both stepping over his lifeless legs to find the other two.
They find them down the alcohol isle, half filled trolley with different types of tinned food. They start taking bottles from the shelves, George goes straight for the whiskey alongside dark rum as the others are putting bottles of vodka along with other spirits inside.
George asks“Did you get mixers?”
Amelie says“No, we was going to get them next.”
George nods his head, as he holds out the two bottles, Adam putting down his meat basket down, grabbing ahold of the bottles to put into the trolley.
He responds saying“Okay I will go find them, join me when your done here.”
George walks off to do what he just said.
George walks around the corner at the top of the last isle, past shelves of wine, around a few bottles of red that are smashed on the ground, in a puddle of its once content, droplets of red wine dripping from both of the pointy broken bottles, joining the puddle below. He looks ahead to the end of the isle to see more shelving the other side of the walkway, straight route out of the shops maze. Still not another life-full soul insight, he is walking past promotional bottles of lemonade on eye level shelving. Opposite there are white double doors, George’s pockets jingle from the pound coins when he walks, he tries to hold them muffling some of the noise, hearing the others whispering, stopping just past the lemonade because he has found the coke, not the stuff you put up your nostril.
He shouts“They are the next isle guys!”
Carlo shouts“Alright bro, be there in a second!”
George starts grabbing off from torso level shelf, boxes of twenty-four coke cans.
A muscular mixed race man, he looks like he takes care of his physical appearance, dressed in black trousers also a scruffy white shirt, blood dripping from his bottom lip, some droplets splattering on the ground or joining the others on his shirt, twisted name badge‘Jerry’in white on a orange background, underneath is‘Store Supervisor’pushing the door behind George open.
George is turning, putting a box onto the floor, he tilts his head to see Jerrys legs, looking up seeing Jerry looking down starting to snarl viciously.
George asks “Yo bro, you want to give me a hand?”
One straightening his posture, turning himself to grab ahold of the red box. Jerry’s hand grabs ahold of George’s shoulder.
That says“Nah mate not today, I am not food.
Slow motion. George smashes the box with contents of red coke cans over Jerry’s head, on impact cans start tearing through the cardboard, as he hits again, red cans flying through the air. Before they hit the floor, George pops Jerry in the nose, blood along with some flesh start flying. The others hearing the commotion start coming around, especially when the cans hit the floor, spinning off with coke squirting out. Jerry’s teeth falling from his mouth every time they rapidly close together, like a dog that has fucking rabies. Jerry not even dazed by being punched along with a box filled with cans over his head, still standing as he starts going towards George, with his hands out in a strangling stance like homer, George starts to panic a little but not wanting to die, he hooks the Z in the side of its head, on impact Adams yellow handled chefs knife that is usually used for cooked meat, but instead is flying through the air, George’s closed fist indenting more of Jerry’s face that’s stumbling back, while the knives tip pierces through the ear drum on the other side. The Z’s body is quick to start falling to the floor, George’s fist pulls away along with some black haired skin from the Z’s beard. As the body thumps the ground, the plastic handle connecting with the laminated flooring.
George says“Thanks brother, nice shot!”
Adam stands with Carlo, Amelia eventually joins them with the trolley, I bet it’s hard to maneuver a full trolley around corners.
Adam says“I was brought up with knives because I lived on a farm on the outskirts of a town, in my country Hungary also I see your knife on the shelf.”
George picks up a sealed red can, cracking it open to drink. George along with Amelia go to find anything that will help with barricading, while the other two carry on collecting more food, moving towards the biscuit along with crisps at the end of the isle.
Back at the restaurant, the others are still locked inside, the head chef, with his younger brother Jackson also Andrej are smoking at a table, while the others are keeping look out for the other four to arrive back.
Aida says“It can’t be all that bad, buses are still running.”
The bus starts swerving, seeing the bus driver hands swaying side to side, as he is gripping tighter to the steering wheel, while a female Z is chomping on his neck.
The bus goes past with the buses logo‘Citi.’which is white in a red circular shape. blue, orange alongside white on the side of the double decker. An advertisement in the middle of the decks, of a book also cinema screenings, which is what I want. That has just recently come out called‘An Essence Of Time”so go get that please! keep supporting. Driving past on both decks people from different cultures also genders eating each other. Until it looses control, clipping the cop car, flipping over.
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The guy eventually comes in, dressed in a white blood covered shirt, black trousers with his wet blood soaked dark blue tie wrapped around his right hand, because his hand is squeezed tightly, droplets of blood leaving the tie splashing below. He don’t have whites to his eyes they are just dark red. He is groaning while his jaw snapping together like a vicious dog, his hands grabbing at the moment fin air, his left cheek starts to peel away from his face, splattering on the wooden floor, teeth alongside gum starts falling from the hollowed cheek.
Everyone starts to panic while asking the same question“What the fuck!?”
George grabs both of the women putting them behind the men while they back away, throwing anything in sight at the rotting man, that is slowly staggering forward.
Slow motion. Aida throws a wine glass that smashes off his head, stunning the Z for a few seconds, Antonio throws a wooden handles steak knife at the dead looking fella, it goes through the hole in his cheek, but doesn’t stay in his mouth for too long, because the other-side peels away from his face, the knife clattering alongside the bloody bit of cheek splattering to the wooden ground, like a ships decking. Amelia throws a couple menus at him, they don’teven give him a paper cut.
Jackson cracks a joke“We just sold out of our human brain sir.”
George says“I have a idea, I will come back keep him at bay.”
George runs in to the kitchen.
He comes back with a red handled knife, walking up to the guy that grabs ahold of George’s jacket, bringing him closer.
George uppercut stabs the guy while saying “Bruh brush your teeth once in a while, ever heard of a mint, Christ almighty.”
The guy releasing George that swipes the knife backwards out of the Z’s head, as his eyes go black like a laptop shutting down, as he crumbles to the ground, laying on top of the menus.
Jackson tells Aida“You have keys in your bag, so you can lock the fucking door, so we can figure out what this shit is.”
She starts rummaging through her black handbag. George takes a chair putting it under the handle of the door, digging it into the square rug.
While telling whoever will listen“Can you dim the lights? so we can see better outside, there could be more.”
Amelia dims the lights, everyone staying low while looking outside, a bus stop the other side of the road opposite the restaurant, to their right you can see the beginning of the bridge, that goes over the river Cam.
Whispering the head chef says“We need weapons.”
George pulls out his cigarettes, lighting one up.
Aida pulling out the restaurant key while asking“What you doing? You can’t smoke in here.”
George says“Well you don’t think I am going out there to smoke.”
Cezar says“It is not that bad.”
Andrej responds“It might be, look.”
He points in to the dark of the night, a figure kneeling on the floor munching the contents of someone else’s stomach. George watching Aida’s face wince in terror while, she is slowly turning the key to lock the door, he offers her a cigarette, in which she takes him up on the offer.
George saying“Well At least there won’t be no vomit on the streets tomorrow, the crows will have to find another meal.”
Jackson responds saying“Just some humans flesh to peck at.”
George says“Well when one door shuts another opens.”
Aida lights up the cigarette, while shaking a little.
George says “It would be wise for us to put something over the smoke alarm, or take the batteries out just throwing it out there.”
Adam grabs a chair and walks to the beginning of the corridor, stepping on the chair, fiddling around with the smoke alarm.
George still bending down at the front window, smoking.
He says “We are going to need resources, weapons, we could be the only people left or we need to find help at least.”
Carlo swigging on his beer responds saying“It is true, we need to get some weapons also stuff to protect this place because it could be our fortress for a while.”
George asks“Who wants to check the street situation out with me?”
Amelia, Carlo along with the Hungarian man Adam, put their hands up. The head chef is sitting at one of the tables, rolling a big cigarette, a grinder beside.
George says“Save me some.”
They go back into the kitchen to get protection if needed for everyone. While they go there a police car comes streaming down with their lights flashing, but hits something in the road or his face is being eaten, that causes it to flip. Slow motion, as the cop car is in mid air, the workers in the restaurant, gawping, Carlo spits his beer out, looking through the smashed cops window, the police officer is getting his face munched off by a Z, on its roof skidding down the road, stopping at the mouth of the bridge, blocking off the majority of the road, as a fluid is dripping off from the flipped cop car.
George drags the dead Z out from restaurant, droplets of blood from the Zs wounds smearing as he is dragged from the wooden floor onto the square welcome-matt, passing over the doorframe to the cold concrete street floor, sitting his slumped body against the wall beside the entrance, while Carlo, Adam alongside Amelia step out from the restaurant. They start to walk left towards, Sains____s. Crouching down as the streets ahead look too quiet apart from hearing a little commotion in the near distance, screaming. Adam alongside Carlo agree to cross the street, to cover both sides, all armed with a sharp colour-coded kitchen knife, thanks to Jackson for keeping them sharp. George holding red alongside Amelia clutching green, the both of them crouching while walking forward. All the lights in Café Red are off, the place looks dead apart from the Z having a feast over their shoulders. They carry on stealthily walking past the other French restaurant, shards of glass on the path, from a hole in the full wall window half of a table hanging out of the windows frame. The restaurant has erupted into chaos as the new different type of a customers eating the front of house staff instead of what the chefs have made, both start tip toeing over the broken glass.
While George whispers“I never understood why this restaurant is always full, Polish kitchen staff, Italian waiting staff making French food.”
Amelia responds saying“I know, I wanted to work here but they turned me down, the tips are amazing.”
Inside of the restaurant a Z is eating the stomach contents of a darker haired male waiter, lungs along with intestines spilling out, a group of five chefs walk out from the kitchen, armed with knives, droplets of blood drying on their whites, the front chef is a hefty geezer, rolled up sleeves to reveal colorful tattoos, armed with a meat cleaver, a Z running towards him with jaw snapping. *Whack!* meat cleaver sticking out from the falling Z. Carlo alongside Adam walking further up, George beside Amelia crossing over a turning onto a side road. Another window from the restaurant explodes outwards followed by the cause, a chair. A shiny black motorbike is approaching towards, the person riding bent forward, a person on the back arms around the drivers waist, the visor open. George sees the blood eyes of the woman on the back, that takes her helmet off lobbing it behind her, rolling along the tarmac, as they speed past. The pair of them walking past a small church that’s beside a pub, the motorbike hits into the police car, distant explosions over their shoulder.
All four arrive at the orange chain supermarket, Carlo holding onto the blue handled knife, Adam has ahold of his yellow handled knife. The Z’s must have heard the surrounding clubs music, gone there to feed on the living. A body laying further up on the cobble road. A couple of chained together orange deep trolleys, a pound coin to free one.
George says“Stay alert guys, cover each others backs, get things that will help us if we have to hold up in the restaurant for a few days.”
Carlo says“This reminds me of Brazil, man I left there because I was afraid of someone ending my life.”
Adam says“Same man but mine was more for a job also money, but there is faszfejek everywhere bro.”
George says “Yeah, there are motherfuckers everywhere bro.”
Amelia has already starting to walk in, so the lads decide to catch up to her.
Products are all over grey laminated floor, a cheese counter is beside them, if you look closer you would see a bloody severed bitten hand amongst the different wedges like a cat amongst the pigeons, as they carry on walking towards the rows of tills. A tipped shopping trolley with a box of sanitary towels lay on its side within.A dead chunky female worker with a hole in her head, brains splattered on the ground below, like a leaky tap blood is dripping out, she is slumped over the first till. In the middle a male with a darker skin complexion, laying over the tills conveyer belt, by the looks of the way he is dressed he doesn’t work here, he has his back to the guys. They stand beside the veg along with fruit isle with a meat fridge to start the isle, backing onto a tinned isle. George walks over to the till, the register is open on the first one, he starts taking the five, ten, twenty along with all of the fifty pound notes out, stashing them in his pocket, with the one also two pound coins.
Amelia asks“What are you doing? We need to get food not money.”
George responds saying“Yes we will but being a chef in a chain restaurant don’t pay that well, eventually this will end, while I am doing this, take that trolley, fill it up with food also drink, alcohol as well, you can keep the tampons just incase they have the painters in.”
Carlo is pointing beside George that looks, to see the cashier, that is sitting upright with red eye Jedi but not from smoking weed, with a chunk of her cheek stuck on the surface she was laying on, with chucks of her chubby cheeks falling down her into her lap, her teeth grinding together with each snap like someone that is on pills.
George jumping while shouting“Oh Shit!”
His red handled knife stabbing through the middle of her forehead, skull cracking through to the other side, while she slumps forward, blood trickling down the back of her neck, her hair being in a ponytail like well a ponies tail. George removes his knife while some of her brittle skin is stuck to his blade, he grabs to wipe, with a carrier bag moving onto the next till.
Adam laughing while smacking Carlo’s back saying“She looked like a shit unicorn.”
George joins in with laughing, while stuffing his pockets, but Amelia don’t share the same humor.
The other two go to find to fill another free trolley while Adam stays with George that is moving around the tills filling his pockets with cash from the tills, occasionally having to kill an undead cashier. Adam picks up a basket from one of the carries at the end, of a fill that George has just emptied, he will fill it with meat.
George alongside Adam are walking with a full basket each, George’s filled with cigarettes also tobacco along with papers also lighters. They turn walking down isle seven, a customer services mans body lay in a puddle of blood, a basket tipped over its contents spilled, a plastic wrapper of a knife lay on the ground but no sight of the weapon.
George says“Someone doesn’t like the customer service here.”
Adam says“Check out this killer deal, you buy one, get one free.”
Both stepping over his lifeless legs to find the other two.
They find them down the alcohol isle, half filled trolley with different types of tinned food. They start taking bottles from the shelves, George goes straight for the whiskey alongside dark rum as the others are putting bottles of vodka along with other spirits inside.
George asks“Did you get mixers?”
Amelie says“No, we was going to get them next.”
George nods his head, as he holds out the two bottles, Adam putting down his meat basket down, grabbing ahold of the bottles to put into the trolley.
He responds saying“Okay I will go find them, join me when your done here.”
George walks off to do what he just said.
George walks around the corner at the top of the last isle, past shelves of wine, around a few bottles of red that are smashed on the ground, in a puddle of its once content, droplets of red wine dripping from both of the pointy broken bottles, joining the puddle below. He looks ahead to the end of the isle to see more shelving the other side of the walkway, straight route out of the shops maze. Still not another life-full soul insight, he is walking past promotional bottles of lemonade on eye level shelving. Opposite there are white double doors, George’s pockets jingle from the pound coins when he walks, he tries to hold them muffling some of the noise, hearing the others whispering, stopping just past the lemonade because he has found the coke, not the stuff you put up your nostril.
He shouts“They are the next isle guys!”
Carlo shouts“Alright bro, be there in a second!”
George starts grabbing off from torso level shelf, boxes of twenty-four coke cans.
A muscular mixed race man, he looks like he takes care of his physical appearance, dressed in black trousers also a scruffy white shirt, blood dripping from his bottom lip, some droplets splattering on the ground or joining the others on his shirt, twisted name badge‘Jerry’in white on a orange background, underneath is‘Store Supervisor’pushing the door behind George open.
George is turning, putting a box onto the floor, he tilts his head to see Jerrys legs, looking up seeing Jerry looking down starting to snarl viciously.
George asks “Yo bro, you want to give me a hand?”
One straightening his posture, turning himself to grab ahold of the red box. Jerry’s hand grabs ahold of George’s shoulder.
That says“Nah mate not today, I am not food.
Slow motion. George smashes the box with contents of red coke cans over Jerry’s head, on impact cans start tearing through the cardboard, as he hits again, red cans flying through the air. Before they hit the floor, George pops Jerry in the nose, blood along with some flesh start flying. The others hearing the commotion start coming around, especially when the cans hit the floor, spinning off with coke squirting out. Jerry’s teeth falling from his mouth every time they rapidly close together, like a dog that has fucking rabies. Jerry not even dazed by being punched along with a box filled with cans over his head, still standing as he starts going towards George, with his hands out in a strangling stance like homer, George starts to panic a little but not wanting to die, he hooks the Z in the side of its head, on impact Adams yellow handled chefs knife that is usually used for cooked meat, but instead is flying through the air, George’s closed fist indenting more of Jerry’s face that’s stumbling back, while the knives tip pierces through the ear drum on the other side. The Z’s body is quick to start falling to the floor, George’s fist pulls away along with some black haired skin from the Z’s beard. As the body thumps the ground, the plastic handle connecting with the laminated flooring.
George says“Thanks brother, nice shot!”
Adam stands with Carlo, Amelia eventually joins them with the trolley, I bet it’s hard to maneuver a full trolley around corners.
Adam says“I was brought up with knives because I lived on a farm on the outskirts of a town, in my country Hungary also I see your knife on the shelf.”
George picks up a sealed red can, cracking it open to drink. George along with Amelia go to find anything that will help with barricading, while the other two carry on collecting more food, moving towards the biscuit along with crisps at the end of the isle.
Back at the restaurant, the others are still locked inside, the head chef, with his younger brother Jackson also Andrej are smoking at a table, while the others are keeping look out for the other four to arrive back.
Aida says“It can’t be all that bad, buses are still running.”
The bus starts swerving, seeing the bus driver hands swaying side to side, as he is gripping tighter to the steering wheel, while a female Z is chomping on his neck.
The bus goes past with the buses logo‘Citi.’which is white in a red circular shape. blue, orange alongside white on the side of the double decker. An advertisement in the middle of the decks, of a book also cinema screenings, which is what I want. That has just recently come out called‘An Essence Of Time”so go get that please! keep supporting. Driving past on both decks people from different cultures also genders eating each other. Until it looses control, clipping the cop car, flipping over.
© Homeslice19
