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Bridge Street.
Chapter 6 - Precise Like A Sniper.
Back to the bouncer alongside the young girl, that nearly brakes her ankle because of her shiny heels. They are walking down the street, broken glass all over the place, they come down to the bottom of one road to a T-junction, a wall is in front of them.
Tracy says “I am going to need some proper shoes because these heels are killing me off.”
Bobby the bouncer says “Lets get you some, we will go to the Grafton center.”
Turning left away from the armed police roadblock, they are unaware of the police roadblock which would have been their safest bet of survival. Lifeless bodies lay everywhere, some are smartly dressed others wearing casual clothes. A homeless couple lay in their sleeping bags in a closed shop entrance, they look like they are sleeping but could also be dead or worse brain devouring walking dead. Devastation has wrecked the streets ahead of them, bus shelters smashed, rubbish everywhere, taxis are burning with crispy corpses inside, even inside the citi 1 bus all the lights are off, doors look shut but the bus driver didn’t get far, I almost hear you ask how do I know? Because he lays beside a black public bin being eaten.
Tracy whispers “Fuck going down there, we are certainly not making it through to the other side alive, you know some of them fuck nugget Zs are just laying there sleeping, one slight noise they going to be on our tails.”
Before Bobby can respond Tracy’s left heel snaps, he decides to sweep her off her feet so she don’t cut her feet, putting her over his right shoulder, she throws her heel-less shoe on the ground.
Bobby says “Watch my back, we will go a different way.”
Tracy stretches back grabbing her other heel off, Bobby puts his cork screw between the marriage alongside middle fingers on his left hand.
Tracy says “If they get too close, I will stab them with my heel or this knife.”
Bobby responds saying “That would be appreciated.”
They are walking past a bank that leads to a poorly lit alley way that runs through behind the bus depot to the Grafton center.
Back at the armed police, that is holding up a part of the outskirts, *Short burst of gun fire.* They are holding off one of the longest roads, also busiest parts of town because it has rows of restaurants along with the clubs. Two police cars with four armed police stand, they have all four streets covered. All four are dressed in full bodied black armed police uniform from the helmet to the boots, they are most probably wearing armed police underwear with socks. Each have an assault rifle, the G36 along with a Glock 17 in a holster around their legs. There is also two HK417 one is in left cop cars, each of the cop cars blocking the four roads. A paddy wagon drives from behind them, parking up beside the The church of Our lady also the English Martyrs. A police officer gets out walking over to an armed officer that is on one knee but he’s not proposing to the love of his life, instead with the other HK417, that is set up on the bonnet of his cop car, silencer attached, his G36 resting on the floor to his right.
The police officer stands beside the armed officer which is looking through the sniper scope.
The police office says “The streets look clear from Zs, just drunken teenagers, considering it is two in the morning.”
The armed officer says “Good, can’t let this problem overspill, all we have to do is hold this position until the morning.”
A helicopter is flying over behind with a bright spotlight on, sweeping all of the outskirts.
The police officer that has a stab proofed vest on says, “I am going to check out the infected zone, there could be survivors.”
Before anyone can say another word, the armed officer starts shooting. Looking down the scope to one outer circle, to a smaller middle circle, to a dot in the middle, that is moving from bloodied shirt torso to face of the approaching Z. Trying not to wake any of the other Zs, that is where the silencer comes in handy, even though there is still gun fire coming from the others. A bullet rips through the approaching Zs head *Reloading* moving to another slowly approaching Z. The other copper spots to the side of them, a Z slowly emerging from the smashed out Chinese Restaurant window, he takes the pistol from the armed officers leg holster, after puts a bullet through the Zs eyes, blood along with brain exploding out back, falling onto a once pristine draping white table cloth, the table giving way, toppling over.
George is walking down the street alongside the other three, all are staying vigilant, checking in parked or crashed cars for anyone that isn’t a Z yet. They come across the occasional body on the ground or seat, that is when they check to see if there is life, but the Z in them comes out, they have to quickly along with quietly kill them.
George says “Thanks to whoever invented lampposts, without them right now we are fucked especially if you don’t have a torch to hand.”
Shane respond saying “Most people have torches on their phones now bud, but true they are a God send of an invention.”
George says “We should go to the sports shop first, we can get more weapons.”
They all agree while they carry on walking down the street towards the sports shop.
Tony with his Italian accent saying “This is all we need.”
Flakes of snow start heavily falling from the sky.
Shane responds saying “I hope it don’t settle or carry on for too long, our vision will be buggered mate.”
They all stop outside the sports shop, George slowly opens the door to the eerie dark building.
All four of them enter the sport shop, outlines of rackets on the wall, with football shirts on clothes rails, football, cricket, tennis equipment are on display stands throughout the store.
George asks “Anyone bring a flashlight?”
Adam pulls his phone out, fiddling around for a sec before a beam of light comes from the back.
Adam whispers “Got to love Aye-phones.”
Shane whispers in response “They are the best phone, but I bet they hack into your phones without you knowing, just to spy in your life.”
Adams light keeps swaying but no one notices a Z that has flesh hanging out from his mouth, his once white t’shirt is now blood drenched, it’s been ripped near the company logo but that tells us he once worked here.
Adam responds in disbelief whispering his question, “No chance they could spy on us, why would they?”
Tony whispers his responds saying, “They are like our parents, always wanting to know what is happening, I wouldn’t be surprised if they caused this outbreak.”
Tony is quickly interrupted by Shane that says “Don’t be silly, they want more people on the planet, so they can make more money.”
George jumps in saying that “I think it was tainted meat, we had a new lamb burger that was popular today, also it being its first full day on sale, now there is Zs. Also why would the government or corporate companies do anything to jeopardize their safety along with money income, yeah they wouldn’t, also I have no idea why your whispering.”
Before anyone can responds the Z has made his presence be known to the other 3 by grabbing a hold of Tony.
Tony starts fighting with the Z, throwing some punches while avoiding being the un-dead’s next meal.
George shouting instruction to Adam“Point that over here bro!”
The ray of light leaves Tony fighting with the Z for a couple of seconds, to aid George, that is taking ahold of a cricket bat as Shane grabs a baseball bat, they both swing at the Z’s head at the same time. *Crunching* on impact, the Z falls down to the cold laminated shop floor. Letting go of Tony in the process.
Tony saying“Damn! I am surprised his head didn’t explode, Thanks.”
George says“Your welcome bro, you would have done the same.”
Shane asks Tony“I don’t get it, how can a man with so many muscles, not be able to fight or throw a hard enough punch to kill a Z.”
Tony says“Come on man, they are just for the ladies because it turns them wet to have a man, that looks this good.”
George says“Not every lady, maybe the pubescent girls mate, but women want a real man that don’t take longer than them to get ready.”
They start taking the bats off from the shelf while George is emptying the till.
Tony responds saying“I don’t mind mate as long as they are older than eighteen.”
Adam fist bumps him while saying“Yeah you know brother.”
Shane asks“What you doing George?”
George while taking clumps of twenty pound notes from the till, putting them in his pocket followed by the ten pound notes, even a couple of fifties, happy days.
He responds saying“Bro, I got shit to pay also Christmas is coming up soon, my daughter isn’t cheap.”
Shane says“I hear that, come on sharing is caring.”
George passes him a bunch of ten along with five pound notes, that he puts in his pocket.
George saying“There you go brother, enjoy.”
Shane says“Cheers bro.”
They carry on looking for weapons.
They step out of the shop, George is wearing a home man united football top over his jacket. Adam is wearing a home arsenal top over his, Shane is wearing home man shitty (city) top over his, Tony is wearing a home Chelsea top over his shirt. George has a cricket bat while Shane has a hold of a hockey stick, the other two have ahold of a baseball bat each. George has a full carrier bag also Adam has one as well of football shirts even a Liverpool one for Amelia. They carry on walking towards the center of the town. The snow is still falling heavily, every snowflake settling on all the objects below the sky.
George a carrier bag in one with the cricket bat in the other, they walk in the middle of the cobbled road, beside on the left of them is a brick wall that leads to a one of the cities collages. On the right is a travel agent shop, that leads round to a alley way that separates a once popular night club.
George says“Shhh, listen for a second, I swear I can hear footsteps like marching.”
Shane says“Maybe it’s the Army.”
Everyone stops still to listen, faint footsteps also groans are heard. Through the alley way comes three Zs, while another two Zs come running towards them.
George alongside Adam drop their carrier bags to be able to defend themselves better. They start fighting with the three Zs. George is hitting one in the head, while Shane goes running towards the other two Zs, jumping through the air, his legs extending sideways. Like a prime Roy Keane, two footing one Z while smacking the other Z on his way through. Both Z’s on the floor now clambering over one another to get to Shane, that is trying to get back to his feet. George runs over to help him up, while the other two Z’s, are being dealt with by Adam alongside Tony, batting their heads to a pulp, like using a pestle with mortar.
Meanwhile Bobby with Tracy watching his back are walking towards the Grafton center, public grass either side of the railing. It is a full moon which you can hardly see because of the snow falling from the sky. A lamppost light is flickering behind causing Tracy only to see for a second but sometimes it’s hard for her eyes to adjust between the darkness of the night, to light then darkness, as they walk under a flickering lamppost.
Tracy breaks the silence with,“There looks like a figure approaching.”
Bobby stops with the rows of different types of stores either side of a different pebbled street, a telephone box followed by the many metal black bike racks, bodies lay on the floor but for Bobby not a living soul in sight. For Tracy a different idea, it’s not the living souls to be scared of, just the newly departed ones that are still roaming, well the one that is running towards her, that’s the one to be afraid of. Still armed in her right hand a heel, the other hand a brown handled serrated knife. Getting closer seeing the once female bus driver but now a Zs face has rotted away, like out of date food it has started to decay. Before the Z can grab ahold of her, the heel is fiercely stabbed into her left eye that pops in its socket, the Z starts flapping around until the heel penetrates through her rotting brain, she falls like how Tracy did earlier, legs buckles underneath, as Tracy gets another stab in, through its nostrils with the knife, as she falls to the ground, with the murder weapons still attached like piercings.
Booby asks“Everything alright?”
By this time Tracy’s adrenaline has kicked in, she is breathing heavily from having to kill her first Z.
She responds panting“All good now.”
While he turns around, looking down to witness the dead female Z, snow flakes starting to settle on the cold corpse.
To an old white painted tower that is situated next to the police station, a police sniper has been placed inside there. A police roadblock with three armed police officers are firing at Zs below. The sniper in the tower is overlooking the large green common, where they hold circuses along with fun fairs throughout the year. The reason why I tell you this is because a winter fair is currently stopped on there for a few weeks, with a big ferris wheel still operating along with the inside glowing. Illumination, being an attraction for the undead, some most probably went there today or somewhere through the week since it has been perched there since Monday. When they was alive, but now the undead are walking across the field to get there, but none making it because *Gun Shot.* The bullet leaves the barrel of the snipper rifle, like a butler going to serve his master, the bullet speedily flies through the air until impacting with a Zs head.
Bobby while walking with Tracy still slumped over his shoulder are outside the second shop on the left, that is still intact, not a single smashed window or alarm blaring. A female body lay on the thin layer of snowy ground.
Bobby asks“Just out of curiosity, what size feet are you?”
Tracy says asking“I am a five, why?”
Bobby responds“Because there is a young lady, taking a nap on the ground, she is wearing black pumps that look like your size.”
Tracy says“Please say your joking, I am not wearing a dead bitches pumps.”
Bobby responds“You will have to, by the looks of it the shop is locked, if we brake the window, it will set the alarm off.”
Tracy says“Okay put me down a second, let me look.”
Bobby fetches her forward, placing her back on her feet, she stands there arms crossed shivering a little looking at the female body on the ground.
Tracy says“Okay, they will have to do.”
Bobby bends down, he takes the first shoe off, passing it behind him to Tracy, that puts it on her left foot, before he can take the second one off, the female Z sits up groaning, eyes wide with a red tinge looking high as a kite, so in my opinion under the circumstances, Bobby does the only thing possible, he punched the female Z in the face, knocking her back down, most probably out for the count.
Back to the police sniper in the tower, that is stopping the undead overrunning the wonderland. Headshot dropping another until the sniper scope vision lands on a male Z his face peeling off, chunks of cheek also forehead drop to the muddy ground, until the Z stumbles across a dead body that he starts to eat. The sniper can’t believe his eyes, seeing the flesh on the Zs face, healing with every bit of flesh the undead soul is swallowing.
The sniper grabs his radio off the wooden ledge, asking over it“Sir, did you know if they eat another person their skin regenerates.”
A voice comes back with gun shots in the background“No shit, good to know.”
A bullet explodes out of the snipers barrel, flying through the air, piercing through the middle of the regenerating Z’s face.
© Homeslice19
Back to the bouncer alongside the young girl, that nearly brakes her ankle because of her shiny heels. They are walking down the street, broken glass all over the place, they come down to the bottom of one road to a T-junction, a wall is in front of them.
Tracy says “I am going to need some proper shoes because these heels are killing me off.”
Bobby the bouncer says “Lets get you some, we will go to the Grafton center.”
Turning left away from the armed police roadblock, they are unaware of the police roadblock which would have been their safest bet of survival. Lifeless bodies lay everywhere, some are smartly dressed others wearing casual clothes. A homeless couple lay in their sleeping bags in a closed shop entrance, they look like they are sleeping but could also be dead or worse brain devouring walking dead. Devastation has wrecked the streets ahead of them, bus shelters smashed, rubbish everywhere, taxis are burning with crispy corpses inside, even inside the citi 1 bus all the lights are off, doors look shut but the bus driver didn’t get far, I almost hear you ask how do I know? Because he lays beside a black public bin being eaten.
Tracy whispers “Fuck going down there, we are certainly not making it through to the other side alive, you know some of them fuck nugget Zs are just laying there sleeping, one slight noise they going to be on our tails.”
Before Bobby can respond Tracy’s left heel snaps, he decides to sweep her off her feet so she don’t cut her feet, putting her over his right shoulder, she throws her heel-less shoe on the ground.
Bobby says “Watch my back, we will go a different way.”
Tracy stretches back grabbing her other heel off, Bobby puts his cork screw between the marriage alongside middle fingers on his left hand.
Tracy says “If they get too close, I will stab them with my heel or this knife.”
Bobby responds saying “That would be appreciated.”
They are walking past a bank that leads to a poorly lit alley way that runs through behind the bus depot to the Grafton center.
Back at the armed police, that is holding up a part of the outskirts, *Short burst of gun fire.* They are holding off one of the longest roads, also busiest parts of town because it has rows of restaurants along with the clubs. Two police cars with four armed police stand, they have all four streets covered. All four are dressed in full bodied black armed police uniform from the helmet to the boots, they are most probably wearing armed police underwear with socks. Each have an assault rifle, the G36 along with a Glock 17 in a holster around their legs. There is also two HK417 one is in left cop cars, each of the cop cars blocking the four roads. A paddy wagon drives from behind them, parking up beside the The church of Our lady also the English Martyrs. A police officer gets out walking over to an armed officer that is on one knee but he’s not proposing to the love of his life, instead with the other HK417, that is set up on the bonnet of his cop car, silencer attached, his G36 resting on the floor to his right.
The police officer stands beside the armed officer which is looking through the sniper scope.
The police office says “The streets look clear from Zs, just drunken teenagers, considering it is two in the morning.”
The armed officer says “Good, can’t let this problem overspill, all we have to do is hold this position until the morning.”
A helicopter is flying over behind with a bright spotlight on, sweeping all of the outskirts.
The police officer that has a stab proofed vest on says, “I am going to check out the infected zone, there could be survivors.”
Before anyone can say another word, the armed officer starts shooting. Looking down the scope to one outer circle, to a smaller middle circle, to a dot in the middle, that is moving from bloodied shirt torso to face of the approaching Z. Trying not to wake any of the other Zs, that is where the silencer comes in handy, even though there is still gun fire coming from the others. A bullet rips through the approaching Zs head *Reloading* moving to another slowly approaching Z. The other copper spots to the side of them, a Z slowly emerging from the smashed out Chinese Restaurant window, he takes the pistol from the armed officers leg holster, after puts a bullet through the Zs eyes, blood along with brain exploding out back, falling onto a once pristine draping white table cloth, the table giving way, toppling over.
George is walking down the street alongside the other three, all are staying vigilant, checking in parked or crashed cars for anyone that isn’t a Z yet. They come across the occasional body on the ground or seat, that is when they check to see if there is life, but the Z in them comes out, they have to quickly along with quietly kill them.
George says “Thanks to whoever invented lampposts, without them right now we are fucked especially if you don’t have a torch to hand.”
Shane respond saying “Most people have torches on their phones now bud, but true they are a God send of an invention.”
George says “We should go to the sports shop first, we can get more weapons.”
They all agree while they carry on walking down the street towards the sports shop.
Tony with his Italian accent saying “This is all we need.”
Flakes of snow start heavily falling from the sky.
Shane responds saying “I hope it don’t settle or carry on for too long, our vision will be buggered mate.”
They all stop outside the sports shop, George slowly opens the door to the eerie dark building.
All four of them enter the sport shop, outlines of rackets on the wall, with football shirts on clothes rails, football, cricket, tennis equipment are on display stands throughout the store.
George asks “Anyone bring a flashlight?”
Adam pulls his phone out, fiddling around for a sec before a beam of light comes from the back.
Adam whispers “Got to love Aye-phones.”
Shane whispers in response “They are the best phone, but I bet they hack into your phones without you knowing, just to spy in your life.”
Adams light keeps swaying but no one notices a Z that has flesh hanging out from his mouth, his once white t’shirt is now blood drenched, it’s been ripped near the company logo but that tells us he once worked here.
Adam responds in disbelief whispering his question, “No chance they could spy on us, why would they?”
Tony whispers his responds saying, “They are like our parents, always wanting to know what is happening, I wouldn’t be surprised if they caused this outbreak.”
Tony is quickly interrupted by Shane that says “Don’t be silly, they want more people on the planet, so they can make more money.”
George jumps in saying that “I think it was tainted meat, we had a new lamb burger that was popular today, also it being its first full day on sale, now there is Zs. Also why would the government or corporate companies do anything to jeopardize their safety along with money income, yeah they wouldn’t, also I have no idea why your whispering.”
Before anyone can responds the Z has made his presence be known to the other 3 by grabbing a hold of Tony.
Tony starts fighting with the Z, throwing some punches while avoiding being the un-dead’s next meal.
George shouting instruction to Adam“Point that over here bro!”
The ray of light leaves Tony fighting with the Z for a couple of seconds, to aid George, that is taking ahold of a cricket bat as Shane grabs a baseball bat, they both swing at the Z’s head at the same time. *Crunching* on impact, the Z falls down to the cold laminated shop floor. Letting go of Tony in the process.
Tony saying“Damn! I am surprised his head didn’t explode, Thanks.”
George says“Your welcome bro, you would have done the same.”
Shane asks Tony“I don’t get it, how can a man with so many muscles, not be able to fight or throw a hard enough punch to kill a Z.”
Tony says“Come on man, they are just for the ladies because it turns them wet to have a man, that looks this good.”
George says“Not every lady, maybe the pubescent girls mate, but women want a real man that don’t take longer than them to get ready.”
They start taking the bats off from the shelf while George is emptying the till.
Tony responds saying“I don’t mind mate as long as they are older than eighteen.”
Adam fist bumps him while saying“Yeah you know brother.”
Shane asks“What you doing George?”
George while taking clumps of twenty pound notes from the till, putting them in his pocket followed by the ten pound notes, even a couple of fifties, happy days.
He responds saying“Bro, I got shit to pay also Christmas is coming up soon, my daughter isn’t cheap.”
Shane says“I hear that, come on sharing is caring.”
George passes him a bunch of ten along with five pound notes, that he puts in his pocket.
George saying“There you go brother, enjoy.”
Shane says“Cheers bro.”
They carry on looking for weapons.
They step out of the shop, George is wearing a home man united football top over his jacket. Adam is wearing a home arsenal top over his, Shane is wearing home man shitty (city) top over his, Tony is wearing a home Chelsea top over his shirt. George has a cricket bat while Shane has a hold of a hockey stick, the other two have ahold of a baseball bat each. George has a full carrier bag also Adam has one as well of football shirts even a Liverpool one for Amelia. They carry on walking towards the center of the town. The snow is still falling heavily, every snowflake settling on all the objects below the sky.
George a carrier bag in one with the cricket bat in the other, they walk in the middle of the cobbled road, beside on the left of them is a brick wall that leads to a one of the cities collages. On the right is a travel agent shop, that leads round to a alley way that separates a once popular night club.
George says“Shhh, listen for a second, I swear I can hear footsteps like marching.”
Shane says“Maybe it’s the Army.”
Everyone stops still to listen, faint footsteps also groans are heard. Through the alley way comes three Zs, while another two Zs come running towards them.
George alongside Adam drop their carrier bags to be able to defend themselves better. They start fighting with the three Zs. George is hitting one in the head, while Shane goes running towards the other two Zs, jumping through the air, his legs extending sideways. Like a prime Roy Keane, two footing one Z while smacking the other Z on his way through. Both Z’s on the floor now clambering over one another to get to Shane, that is trying to get back to his feet. George runs over to help him up, while the other two Z’s, are being dealt with by Adam alongside Tony, batting their heads to a pulp, like using a pestle with mortar.
Meanwhile Bobby with Tracy watching his back are walking towards the Grafton center, public grass either side of the railing. It is a full moon which you can hardly see because of the snow falling from the sky. A lamppost light is flickering behind causing Tracy only to see for a second but sometimes it’s hard for her eyes to adjust between the darkness of the night, to light then darkness, as they walk under a flickering lamppost.
Tracy breaks the silence with,“There looks like a figure approaching.”
Bobby stops with the rows of different types of stores either side of a different pebbled street, a telephone box followed by the many metal black bike racks, bodies lay on the floor but for Bobby not a living soul in sight. For Tracy a different idea, it’s not the living souls to be scared of, just the newly departed ones that are still roaming, well the one that is running towards her, that’s the one to be afraid of. Still armed in her right hand a heel, the other hand a brown handled serrated knife. Getting closer seeing the once female bus driver but now a Zs face has rotted away, like out of date food it has started to decay. Before the Z can grab ahold of her, the heel is fiercely stabbed into her left eye that pops in its socket, the Z starts flapping around until the heel penetrates through her rotting brain, she falls like how Tracy did earlier, legs buckles underneath, as Tracy gets another stab in, through its nostrils with the knife, as she falls to the ground, with the murder weapons still attached like piercings.
Booby asks“Everything alright?”
By this time Tracy’s adrenaline has kicked in, she is breathing heavily from having to kill her first Z.
She responds panting“All good now.”
While he turns around, looking down to witness the dead female Z, snow flakes starting to settle on the cold corpse.
To an old white painted tower that is situated next to the police station, a police sniper has been placed inside there. A police roadblock with three armed police officers are firing at Zs below. The sniper in the tower is overlooking the large green common, where they hold circuses along with fun fairs throughout the year. The reason why I tell you this is because a winter fair is currently stopped on there for a few weeks, with a big ferris wheel still operating along with the inside glowing. Illumination, being an attraction for the undead, some most probably went there today or somewhere through the week since it has been perched there since Monday. When they was alive, but now the undead are walking across the field to get there, but none making it because *Gun Shot.* The bullet leaves the barrel of the snipper rifle, like a butler going to serve his master, the bullet speedily flies through the air until impacting with a Zs head.
Bobby while walking with Tracy still slumped over his shoulder are outside the second shop on the left, that is still intact, not a single smashed window or alarm blaring. A female body lay on the thin layer of snowy ground.
Bobby asks“Just out of curiosity, what size feet are you?”
Tracy says asking“I am a five, why?”
Bobby responds“Because there is a young lady, taking a nap on the ground, she is wearing black pumps that look like your size.”
Tracy says“Please say your joking, I am not wearing a dead bitches pumps.”
Bobby responds“You will have to, by the looks of it the shop is locked, if we brake the window, it will set the alarm off.”
Tracy says“Okay put me down a second, let me look.”
Bobby fetches her forward, placing her back on her feet, she stands there arms crossed shivering a little looking at the female body on the ground.
Tracy says“Okay, they will have to do.”
Bobby bends down, he takes the first shoe off, passing it behind him to Tracy, that puts it on her left foot, before he can take the second one off, the female Z sits up groaning, eyes wide with a red tinge looking high as a kite, so in my opinion under the circumstances, Bobby does the only thing possible, he punched the female Z in the face, knocking her back down, most probably out for the count.
Back to the police sniper in the tower, that is stopping the undead overrunning the wonderland. Headshot dropping another until the sniper scope vision lands on a male Z his face peeling off, chunks of cheek also forehead drop to the muddy ground, until the Z stumbles across a dead body that he starts to eat. The sniper can’t believe his eyes, seeing the flesh on the Zs face, healing with every bit of flesh the undead soul is swallowing.
The sniper grabs his radio off the wooden ledge, asking over it“Sir, did you know if they eat another person their skin regenerates.”
A voice comes back with gun shots in the background“No shit, good to know.”
A bullet explodes out of the snipers barrel, flying through the air, piercing through the middle of the regenerating Z’s face.
© Homeslice19
