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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...
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...
