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Bridge Street.
Chapter 7 - Regeneration.
George alongside the other three with no casualties, just won their battle with the Zs. George lighting a cigarette while they walk up to a street, which is a town centres of taxi rank but the only thing that is malodorous, is the smell coming from what I am about to show you. Some of the taxi doors in the row of taxis are open, the first one is the front passenger side door that’s open, they walk past noticing nothing going on inside, they don’t stop to check the back, if there is someone inside they would let them know. The second silver eight-seater they can see through the front window, with a bloodied smeared hand which brings your vision to the taxi driver slumped over the steering wheel, with the side of his head eaten away, what is left of his brains spilled out, from the cracked skull he has acquired, they get to the back of the cab door half open, a lady is laying on her back with her guts ripped out, boobs out.
George says “She was hoping to get lucky tonight.”
Adam asks “How you know that?”
George responds saying “She has her flange out mate, no knickers or thong.”
Tony without hesitation nearly slipping as he turns to look, Adam isn’t closely behind to look.
George says asking “Lads she is dead, what you going to do take a pic?”
Adam says “Nah, of course not.”
As he tries to slyly puts his phone back into his jean pocket.
Tony says “Such a waste, looks nice to taste.”
They re-join Shane alongside George approaching the third, that has the back door slid fully open to the black eight-seater cab, with the smartly dressed bald Z cab driver, he is on all fours eating his human dinner, as George is waving his hand down, after starting to crouch walk, the bald head of the Z starts to grow hair with every piece of flesh it swallows. George...
George alongside the other three with no casualties, just won their battle with the Zs. George lighting a cigarette while they walk up to a street, which is a town centres of taxi rank but the only thing that is malodorous, is the smell coming from what I am about to show you. Some of the taxi doors in the row of taxis are open, the first one is the front passenger side door that’s open, they walk past noticing nothing going on inside, they don’t stop to check the back, if there is someone inside they would let them know. The second silver eight-seater they can see through the front window, with a bloodied smeared hand which brings your vision to the taxi driver slumped over the steering wheel, with the side of his head eaten away, what is left of his brains spilled out, from the cracked skull he has acquired, they get to the back of the cab door half open, a lady is laying on her back with her guts ripped out, boobs out.
George says “She was hoping to get lucky tonight.”
Adam asks “How you know that?”
George responds saying “She has her flange out mate, no knickers or thong.”
Tony without hesitation nearly slipping as he turns to look, Adam isn’t closely behind to look.
George says asking “Lads she is dead, what you going to do take a pic?”
Adam says “Nah, of course not.”
As he tries to slyly puts his phone back into his jean pocket.
Tony says “Such a waste, looks nice to taste.”
They re-join Shane alongside George approaching the third, that has the back door slid fully open to the black eight-seater cab, with the smartly dressed bald Z cab driver, he is on all fours eating his human dinner, as George is waving his hand down, after starting to crouch walk, the bald head of the Z starts to grow hair with every piece of flesh it swallows. George...
