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Bridge Street.
chapter 4 - Painting The Town Rouge.
Looking from across the road at the carnage that it unfolding outside this night club, the people that should be queuing up to get in, to get pissed along with have a good night, they are instead eating each others brains, blood seeping onto the cold concrete, there is also some people that haven’t turn trying to get away or fight off the Z’s, the virus has definitely spread fast.
Going into the nightclub Vodka Revs past a bouncer that is being attacked but holding at bay with his forearm in this fella’s chest pressing him up against the wall, the man, dressed like he came out to have a good night but instead is trying to chew this bouncers ear off, snarling along with teeth snapping chipping some with every snap together trying to get a chunk of the bouncer’s flesh, his eyes are bloodshot red, you can see on his neck droplets of blood seeping from the bite mark wound, that turnt him to a Z, with a couple of punches straight to the Zs head from the bouncer, his eyelids soon close forever. Stairs straight ahead or through a doorway on the right hand side to the ground floor dance floor also bar, which is becoming more overrun by Z’s. Loud music blasting out of the surrounding speakers, any survivors are behind the bar, broken bottles at the ready, jabbing or slicing at any Z that gets close enough. Shards of beer bottles over the counter, a row of people with black t’shirts on, with the clubs logo on the front in the middle, also a young lady with a silver sparkling pencil dress also a smartly dressed chap with a stylish blue shirt on. His name is Shane, he whacks a second bottle on the bar counter, beer along with glass splash everywhere, he is standing next to the not so camouflaged sparkly dressed girl.
He says asking“My name is Shane, what’s yours?”
She responds saying“My name is Summer.”
Shane responds saying“You are certainly bright like a summers day.”
She is forced to stab-jab a crazed man Z in the face with a broken bottle. Shane forcibly pushes in a broken beer bottle into another Z’s eye, that is snapping at him from across the bar like an angry Karen, that is quick to go into the back of his rotting skull, blood squirting.
Shane pulls his arm back ready to stab another still clutching the bloody dripping broken bottle, as another mans voice shouts as loud as he can over all the noise,“Follow me to the back door!!”
Five young bar people rushing, the other two following them to a door that leads out to the back. As a guy on the dance floor that would have been grinding between this lady’s booty, that is wearing a dark blue pencil skirt, it’s a bit of waste, because she has nice legs with cute facial features, the guy taking chunks out of the lady neck, someone should tell him women prefer to be kissed, blood spilling changing the blue dress to violet, his arms wrapped around her waist. Got to show love to these musicians Devlin ft Giggs‘Shot Music.’ “Call it murder on the dance floor.”Blaring through the speakers as the DJ is too busy chomping on females fingers, now that’s finger chomping good.
Packs of different drinks stacked up in the warehouse, a guy with short black hair, forces the door shut from the Z’s that are trying to get in, severing one of their Z hands in the process, that flops to the ground. Shane helps by barging into the door, while the others block up the door with stuff that is laying around. His name badge on‘John’in red on a black background, dark brown styled slicked back hair with tattoos all over his arms. Pulling a shelving unit full of cases of beer across to block the door while another woman that works there, with a name badge on saying‘Trainee.’Petite in build with tied up shiny black hair, pulls a yellow bulky floor cleaning machine out from a side room, to block the door. While the others check if the back door exit is clear.
A mans voice shouts through to them“Come on guys, get a fucking move on, it is clear!”
The three run to join them after blocking the door, shutting the back door on their way out.
Further up on every outskirts of the town center, the armed police, to contain the situation have set up road blocks, so the Z virus won’t overspill to the unaware people, that are in their homes. But the people that are on their survival missions inside the city center won’t know this. It is already 1am just got to make it to the morning, the army is on their way, as no other city has a Z problem. Every copper has been pulled in to cover so every way that the Z’s can go through to the neighborhoods has at least two coppers, posted at with machine guns, only allowing survivors to pass through.
Back to George, that has ahold of Adam’s knife, he cleaned it on the supervisors shirt, Amelia walking beside him with a green handled knife in one hand, in her other hand a red handled one. Carlo at the front of the trolley lifting it up, while Adam is the opposite side lifting the trolley up, otherwise it would make a racket if they was pushing it on the cobble road. One side is a wall to a university, in the background. On the other side is a sports shop next to that is a DVD along with book selling shop, that is beside a barbers. They walk altogether, while George keeps a look out behind them.
They walk further up, still not a sign of anyone dead or alive.
Adam says“Let’s stop for a minute, I workout but my arms will hurt in the morning.”
They put the trolley down in the middle of the road, a family pack of Waller crisps falls off from the trolley, Amelia nearly jumps out of her fucking skin mate, thinking a Z is behind her, George chuckles while he picks the crisps up, putting them back on the trolley.
While Carlo says“Yeah should of brought Tony with us, he would of lifted this fucker by himself.”
George says“Yeah, that’s why Amelia likes him, we shouldn’t talk about her B F like that.”
Carlo says“She must like being lifted up.”
Amelia protest“He isn’t my boyfriend actually guys.”
George chuckles“That’s what they all say up until five minutes before they start to play tonsil tennis, he isn’t the only one who can lift you up.”
Adam pipes in saying“Or throw you around the bedroom.”
George fist bumps Adam in agreement as Amelia blushes a little.
Carlo says“We are only joking Amelia, he is only interested in easy girls, not classy.”
George scoffs while responding“Classy, not an ounce she supports Liverpool.”
Adam this time fist bumps George in agreement, while Amelia smacks George’s arms, sticking her tongue out at George, who does it back.
On the corner of the road, behind them is a sweet shop, across the road in front of them is a gravel driveway that leads to a university, that has such beautiful architecture even the most hardened person, would appreciate the beauty of the building. Across the road from the university is the beginning of the restaurants starting with a burger chain. On both sides of the road is a black bollard, but they have stopped before that on a zebra crossing that links the round-church to the sweet shop, which used to be a cigar shop. Opposite is an ice cream stand, lays smashed on the floor the same side as the university. George walks over to the ice cream stand, looking down the road, seeing a silver car wrapped around a lamppost, the car doors open with the car alarm slowly starts to breakdown.
George asks“Carlo bro, you scoop ice cream on the side, in your spare time?”
Carlo responds saying“I know bro, it has my name on the side, I have tasted the ice cream from here, not bad to be honest bro.”
George looks over, tubs of ice cream laying over the pavement, a Z on all fours eating a severed arm, biting off a thumb, blood smeared around his decaying chops. George starts backing away, he turns his head while putting his index finger to his lips.
Amelia silently mouths asking“Is there one?”
George nods, a woman’s screams breaks through the silent of the night.
The Z looks up while his teeth are munching trough the thumb flesh to bone. He puts the arm down after grabs ahold of a pink tub of lidless strawberry ice cream, it has started to defrost, chunks of red strawberry mixed in. The Z stands up after scoops his hand in, pulling out a hefty scoop of ice cream, his hand like a bowl, as he lifts it to his mouth, some spilling over the edges, he does this again until the tub is finished, half on the floor, as he swallows the ice cream, he drops the tub to the pavement. Melting ice cream dripping from the fingers of the Z, that pushes his palm in to the front of his head while stomping up then down, by the looks of it brain freeze has kicked in. George chuckles out load! which the Z hears, skin comes away with his palm, stuck to his forehead. The Z roars towards him after starts climbing over the ice cream stand, George is backing up towards the other three, he reaches his hand back for Amelia to pass him a weapon. At the same time as the Z starts running towards George, his hand clutched ahold of a bottles neck, he swings with all his power.*Whack!*
Slowing it down for you to see the impact on the left side of the Z’s jaw, nearly spinning the Z’s head around then around again, blood, ice cream, teeth, chunks of strawberries along with flesh spray in all directions. Cracks form in the bottles dark glass, they spread up the bottle like roots, pieces of glass burst out with the rouge wine following. Back to normal time, the whole bottle shatters shards exploding everywhere as the Z falling with his jaw still swinging.
Carlo says“The spirit of Jesus was in that swing!”
George drops the chunks of glass in his hand to the concrete pavement. The others look on shocked while George takes a hold of one of the baskets from the trolley.
He says“Come on, you want to be there next meal.”
They all start walking back to the restaurant.
They arrive back at the restaurant, while Carlo at one end, Adam at the other are lifting the trolley through the restaurants doorway. Amelia is already inside getting a drink, something that is stronger than a coffee. George is keeping lookout, he looks down the way that they come, his eyes scanning around only seeing bits of destruction, such as restaurant also pub windows smashes outwards, a silver taxi that crashed into bike rails. He looks the other way, towards the bridge that goes over the river cam, an exploded upside down cop car at the mouth of the bridge. He notices the bus from earlier but he didn’t see flipped to crashed into the other vehicles causing a blockade, nothing is getting through the flaming pile, so they are safer on one side, but he can’t see Z’s or anyone alive for that matter, just burning corpses. George walks into the restaurant while getting a cigarette out to smoke.
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Looking from across the road at the carnage that it unfolding outside this night club, the people that should be queuing up to get in, to get pissed along with have a good night, they are instead eating each others brains, blood seeping onto the cold concrete, there is also some people that haven’t turn trying to get away or fight off the Z’s, the virus has definitely spread fast.
Going into the nightclub Vodka Revs past a bouncer that is being attacked but holding at bay with his forearm in this fella’s chest pressing him up against the wall, the man, dressed like he came out to have a good night but instead is trying to chew this bouncers ear off, snarling along with teeth snapping chipping some with every snap together trying to get a chunk of the bouncer’s flesh, his eyes are bloodshot red, you can see on his neck droplets of blood seeping from the bite mark wound, that turnt him to a Z, with a couple of punches straight to the Zs head from the bouncer, his eyelids soon close forever. Stairs straight ahead or through a doorway on the right hand side to the ground floor dance floor also bar, which is becoming more overrun by Z’s. Loud music blasting out of the surrounding speakers, any survivors are behind the bar, broken bottles at the ready, jabbing or slicing at any Z that gets close enough. Shards of beer bottles over the counter, a row of people with black t’shirts on, with the clubs logo on the front in the middle, also a young lady with a silver sparkling pencil dress also a smartly dressed chap with a stylish blue shirt on. His name is Shane, he whacks a second bottle on the bar counter, beer along with glass splash everywhere, he is standing next to the not so camouflaged sparkly dressed girl.
He says asking“My name is Shane, what’s yours?”
She responds saying“My name is Summer.”
Shane responds saying“You are certainly bright like a summers day.”
She is forced to stab-jab a crazed man Z in the face with a broken bottle. Shane forcibly pushes in a broken beer bottle into another Z’s eye, that is snapping at him from across the bar like an angry Karen, that is quick to go into the back of his rotting skull, blood squirting.
Shane pulls his arm back ready to stab another still clutching the bloody dripping broken bottle, as another mans voice shouts as loud as he can over all the noise,“Follow me to the back door!!”
Five young bar people rushing, the other two following them to a door that leads out to the back. As a guy on the dance floor that would have been grinding between this lady’s booty, that is wearing a dark blue pencil skirt, it’s a bit of waste, because she has nice legs with cute facial features, the guy taking chunks out of the lady neck, someone should tell him women prefer to be kissed, blood spilling changing the blue dress to violet, his arms wrapped around her waist. Got to show love to these musicians Devlin ft Giggs‘Shot Music.’ “Call it murder on the dance floor.”Blaring through the speakers as the DJ is too busy chomping on females fingers, now that’s finger chomping good.
Packs of different drinks stacked up in the warehouse, a guy with short black hair, forces the door shut from the Z’s that are trying to get in, severing one of their Z hands in the process, that flops to the ground. Shane helps by barging into the door, while the others block up the door with stuff that is laying around. His name badge on‘John’in red on a black background, dark brown styled slicked back hair with tattoos all over his arms. Pulling a shelving unit full of cases of beer across to block the door while another woman that works there, with a name badge on saying‘Trainee.’Petite in build with tied up shiny black hair, pulls a yellow bulky floor cleaning machine out from a side room, to block the door. While the others check if the back door exit is clear.
A mans voice shouts through to them“Come on guys, get a fucking move on, it is clear!”
The three run to join them after blocking the door, shutting the back door on their way out.
Further up on every outskirts of the town center, the armed police, to contain the situation have set up road blocks, so the Z virus won’t overspill to the unaware people, that are in their homes. But the people that are on their survival missions inside the city center won’t know this. It is already 1am just got to make it to the morning, the army is on their way, as no other city has a Z problem. Every copper has been pulled in to cover so every way that the Z’s can go through to the neighborhoods has at least two coppers, posted at with machine guns, only allowing survivors to pass through.
Back to George, that has ahold of Adam’s knife, he cleaned it on the supervisors shirt, Amelia walking beside him with a green handled knife in one hand, in her other hand a red handled one. Carlo at the front of the trolley lifting it up, while Adam is the opposite side lifting the trolley up, otherwise it would make a racket if they was pushing it on the cobble road. One side is a wall to a university, in the background. On the other side is a sports shop next to that is a DVD along with book selling shop, that is beside a barbers. They walk altogether, while George keeps a look out behind them.
They walk further up, still not a sign of anyone dead or alive.
Adam says“Let’s stop for a minute, I workout but my arms will hurt in the morning.”
They put the trolley down in the middle of the road, a family pack of Waller crisps falls off from the trolley, Amelia nearly jumps out of her fucking skin mate, thinking a Z is behind her, George chuckles while he picks the crisps up, putting them back on the trolley.
While Carlo says“Yeah should of brought Tony with us, he would of lifted this fucker by himself.”
George says“Yeah, that’s why Amelia likes him, we shouldn’t talk about her B F like that.”
Carlo says“She must like being lifted up.”
Amelia protest“He isn’t my boyfriend actually guys.”
George chuckles“That’s what they all say up until five minutes before they start to play tonsil tennis, he isn’t the only one who can lift you up.”
Adam pipes in saying“Or throw you around the bedroom.”
George fist bumps Adam in agreement as Amelia blushes a little.
Carlo says“We are only joking Amelia, he is only interested in easy girls, not classy.”
George scoffs while responding“Classy, not an ounce she supports Liverpool.”
Adam this time fist bumps George in agreement, while Amelia smacks George’s arms, sticking her tongue out at George, who does it back.
On the corner of the road, behind them is a sweet shop, across the road in front of them is a gravel driveway that leads to a university, that has such beautiful architecture even the most hardened person, would appreciate the beauty of the building. Across the road from the university is the beginning of the restaurants starting with a burger chain. On both sides of the road is a black bollard, but they have stopped before that on a zebra crossing that links the round-church to the sweet shop, which used to be a cigar shop. Opposite is an ice cream stand, lays smashed on the floor the same side as the university. George walks over to the ice cream stand, looking down the road, seeing a silver car wrapped around a lamppost, the car doors open with the car alarm slowly starts to breakdown.
George asks“Carlo bro, you scoop ice cream on the side, in your spare time?”
Carlo responds saying“I know bro, it has my name on the side, I have tasted the ice cream from here, not bad to be honest bro.”
George looks over, tubs of ice cream laying over the pavement, a Z on all fours eating a severed arm, biting off a thumb, blood smeared around his decaying chops. George starts backing away, he turns his head while putting his index finger to his lips.
Amelia silently mouths asking“Is there one?”
George nods, a woman’s screams breaks through the silent of the night.
The Z looks up while his teeth are munching trough the thumb flesh to bone. He puts the arm down after grabs ahold of a pink tub of lidless strawberry ice cream, it has started to defrost, chunks of red strawberry mixed in. The Z stands up after scoops his hand in, pulling out a hefty scoop of ice cream, his hand like a bowl, as he lifts it to his mouth, some spilling over the edges, he does this again until the tub is finished, half on the floor, as he swallows the ice cream, he drops the tub to the pavement. Melting ice cream dripping from the fingers of the Z, that pushes his palm in to the front of his head while stomping up then down, by the looks of it brain freeze has kicked in. George chuckles out load! which the Z hears, skin comes away with his palm, stuck to his forehead. The Z roars towards him after starts climbing over the ice cream stand, George is backing up towards the other three, he reaches his hand back for Amelia to pass him a weapon. At the same time as the Z starts running towards George, his hand clutched ahold of a bottles neck, he swings with all his power.*Whack!*
Slowing it down for you to see the impact on the left side of the Z’s jaw, nearly spinning the Z’s head around then around again, blood, ice cream, teeth, chunks of strawberries along with flesh spray in all directions. Cracks form in the bottles dark glass, they spread up the bottle like roots, pieces of glass burst out with the rouge wine following. Back to normal time, the whole bottle shatters shards exploding everywhere as the Z falling with his jaw still swinging.
Carlo says“The spirit of Jesus was in that swing!”
George drops the chunks of glass in his hand to the concrete pavement. The others look on shocked while George takes a hold of one of the baskets from the trolley.
He says“Come on, you want to be there next meal.”
They all start walking back to the restaurant.
They arrive back at the restaurant, while Carlo at one end, Adam at the other are lifting the trolley through the restaurants doorway. Amelia is already inside getting a drink, something that is stronger than a coffee. George is keeping lookout, he looks down the way that they come, his eyes scanning around only seeing bits of destruction, such as restaurant also pub windows smashes outwards, a silver taxi that crashed into bike rails. He looks the other way, towards the bridge that goes over the river cam, an exploded upside down cop car at the mouth of the bridge. He notices the bus from earlier but he didn’t see flipped to crashed into the other vehicles causing a blockade, nothing is getting through the flaming pile, so they are safer on one side, but he can’t see Z’s or anyone alive for that matter, just burning corpses. George walks into the restaurant while getting a cigarette out to smoke.
© Homeslice19
