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Bridge Street.
Chapter 9 - Graft-on.
Back to the toilets where Tracy is still in the lift, the heavy metal doors opening back up, the gents toilet door breaks opens the wrong way, the cause for this is Bobby throwing a Z, that I presume was taking a dump, because of his trousers also boxers are around his ankles, through it followed by himself, with some force. A man that throws people out from night clubs for a living, just tossed this Z like it was nothing. Full on carnage within a matter of seconds. Bobby makes it back to his feet, the Z doesn’t have the same kind of luck because of a shard of door that is sticking out from his head. He is dusting himself while walking back to Tracy in the lift, pulling some tissue out from his pocket.
Bobby saying “Got what we needed.”
He is pressing the blood smeared panel, hopefully getting the ground floor button, looking at the Z, blood leaking down the shard of wood from his head wound.
A woman’s voice breaks the silence “Lift going down.”
Tracy says “That’s a good start.”
The doors are shutting while Bobby drops the bloody tissue.
Back to the now group of five, after everyone has introduced themselves, they walk through the traffic lights, that divides town centre where they come from, to the Grafton centre where they are going. They can hear smacking on some glass coming from somewhere, most probably from a Z trapped in a car, but visibility still a problem also they don’t want to put themselves in more danger. Adam presses the traffic light button, as he walking faster to catch up, over the crossing, just about seeing the flashing green man through the heavy snow.
The lift doors open to reveal the basement of the shopping centre, but lucky for the pair it is lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Day. Bobby is the first to enter the basement followed by Tracy, to reveal a long hallway straight ahead, but eventually turns up ahead.
Tracy says “We need to get weapons.”
Bobby responds saying “We need to first find the stairs back to the ground level, also food.”
As he says that his stomach rumbles or it could be a Z around the corner of the hallway. They walk down the corridor to venture into the unknown.
Two lads are sitting at the bus depot, sheltering from the cold snowy weather, they seem oblivious to what is going on around them, as they are passing a joint between themselves. There is a citi 2 bus parked up, but there isn’t any activity from inside, there could be a maximum of five buses parked up here at once, these buses are used to take people within the city to other cities.
George alongside the others have arrived, at the place Bobby got Tracy her new pumps. The snowing has started to ease off. There are bodies everywhere but the only problem is, they are not laying on the ground anymore, they are standing roaming around, while bumping into each other, some of the Z’s meals are scattered around on the floor ahead of them, their guts spilled out with parts of brain, spilling out from their cracked skulls. A few of the Zs have their guts spilling out, while still roaming around because their heads are still intact, I guess it is true what they say, you must kill them by destroying their brains.
The Tomboy girl asks “Is there a less suicidal way around?”
George responds saying “Like the back of my hand, I know my city, follow me.”
They walk left following George, their footsteps crunching in the settled snow, as they try not to disturb the roaming Zs because, the small hoard would destroy this small group.
Bobby with Tracy behind are climbing up a ladder that leads towards a heavyset door, a small rectangular mesh window within the middle of the door, that Bobby stops at to look through.
Tracy asks “Anything?”
Bobby responds saying “Nothing at the moment sweetheart.”
He cracks the door open a little to poke his head out, he looks one way but sees nothing, he turns his his head to look up at a Zs rotting face groaning at him. Making Bobby jump he sharply opens the door outwards. It smashing into the Zs face, that flies backwards, on his bum sliding on the slippery laminated flooring until the wall stops the Z from sliding anymore. Bobby quickly rushes over to the Z that is trying to make it back to its feet, but Bobby’s boot crashing through his head, like kicking a carved out pumpkin. There is pieces of flesh, skull mixed with brains scattered everywhere, exploding up the wall. Tracy emerges out from the basement door while Bobby is checking if the area is clear. Lucky for them there is no more Zs around even luckier for them they have come out near a open, but empty from people, Costabucks coffee shop. They start start taking sandwiches along with drinks from the refrigerated unit, the shutter must of been broken in the rush of the Z virus spreading. Bobby clearly not picky about what sandwich he picks up, he tears open the sandwich packaging, wolfing down the sandwich after drinking half a sugary drink. Tracy a bit more lady like in the way she eats, even taking a seat at one of the many empty tables, one that hasn’t got half filled coffee cups along with crisp packets or chocolate bar wrapper, my personal favorite are the Kinder B or Kitty Kat Chunky, both of them with a cup of tea or coffee, lovely like a slice of heaven.
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Back to the toilets where Tracy is still in the lift, the heavy metal doors opening back up, the gents toilet door breaks opens the wrong way, the cause for this is Bobby throwing a Z, that I presume was taking a dump, because of his trousers also boxers are around his ankles, through it followed by himself, with some force. A man that throws people out from night clubs for a living, just tossed this Z like it was nothing. Full on carnage within a matter of seconds. Bobby makes it back to his feet, the Z doesn’t have the same kind of luck because of a shard of door that is sticking out from his head. He is dusting himself while walking back to Tracy in the lift, pulling some tissue out from his pocket.
Bobby saying “Got what we needed.”
He is pressing the blood smeared panel, hopefully getting the ground floor button, looking at the Z, blood leaking down the shard of wood from his head wound.
A woman’s voice breaks the silence “Lift going down.”
Tracy says “That’s a good start.”
The doors are shutting while Bobby drops the bloody tissue.
Back to the now group of five, after everyone has introduced themselves, they walk through the traffic lights, that divides town centre where they come from, to the Grafton centre where they are going. They can hear smacking on some glass coming from somewhere, most probably from a Z trapped in a car, but visibility still a problem also they don’t want to put themselves in more danger. Adam presses the traffic light button, as he walking faster to catch up, over the crossing, just about seeing the flashing green man through the heavy snow.
The lift doors open to reveal the basement of the shopping centre, but lucky for the pair it is lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Day. Bobby is the first to enter the basement followed by Tracy, to reveal a long hallway straight ahead, but eventually turns up ahead.
Tracy says “We need to get weapons.”
Bobby responds saying “We need to first find the stairs back to the ground level, also food.”
As he says that his stomach rumbles or it could be a Z around the corner of the hallway. They walk down the corridor to venture into the unknown.
Two lads are sitting at the bus depot, sheltering from the cold snowy weather, they seem oblivious to what is going on around them, as they are passing a joint between themselves. There is a citi 2 bus parked up, but there isn’t any activity from inside, there could be a maximum of five buses parked up here at once, these buses are used to take people within the city to other cities.
George alongside the others have arrived, at the place Bobby got Tracy her new pumps. The snowing has started to ease off. There are bodies everywhere but the only problem is, they are not laying on the ground anymore, they are standing roaming around, while bumping into each other, some of the Z’s meals are scattered around on the floor ahead of them, their guts spilled out with parts of brain, spilling out from their cracked skulls. A few of the Zs have their guts spilling out, while still roaming around because their heads are still intact, I guess it is true what they say, you must kill them by destroying their brains.
The Tomboy girl asks “Is there a less suicidal way around?”
George responds saying “Like the back of my hand, I know my city, follow me.”
They walk left following George, their footsteps crunching in the settled snow, as they try not to disturb the roaming Zs because, the small hoard would destroy this small group.
Bobby with Tracy behind are climbing up a ladder that leads towards a heavyset door, a small rectangular mesh window within the middle of the door, that Bobby stops at to look through.
Tracy asks “Anything?”
Bobby responds saying “Nothing at the moment sweetheart.”
He cracks the door open a little to poke his head out, he looks one way but sees nothing, he turns his his head to look up at a Zs rotting face groaning at him. Making Bobby jump he sharply opens the door outwards. It smashing into the Zs face, that flies backwards, on his bum sliding on the slippery laminated flooring until the wall stops the Z from sliding anymore. Bobby quickly rushes over to the Z that is trying to make it back to its feet, but Bobby’s boot crashing through his head, like kicking a carved out pumpkin. There is pieces of flesh, skull mixed with brains scattered everywhere, exploding up the wall. Tracy emerges out from the basement door while Bobby is checking if the area is clear. Lucky for them there is no more Zs around even luckier for them they have come out near a open, but empty from people, Costabucks coffee shop. They start start taking sandwiches along with drinks from the refrigerated unit, the shutter must of been broken in the rush of the Z virus spreading. Bobby clearly not picky about what sandwich he picks up, he tears open the sandwich packaging, wolfing down the sandwich after drinking half a sugary drink. Tracy a bit more lady like in the way she eats, even taking a seat at one of the many empty tables, one that hasn’t got half filled coffee cups along with crisp packets or chocolate bar wrapper, my personal favorite are the Kinder B or Kitty Kat Chunky, both of them with a cup of tea or coffee, lovely like a slice of heaven.
© Homeslice19
