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Bridge Street.
Chapter 8 - Emerging From The Darkness.
Bobby along with Tracy are walking through the shopping center, I shouldn’t have to tell you but there is all the big name branded shops throughout. Over there shoulders is still the entrance with the body laying on the ground, the doors still opening then shutting, but the body has stopped jolting because there is nothing left of the persons head, anyway back to it. Tracy points to a sign on the wall, which is letting her know that there is toilets upstairs, they don’t want to make too much noise because they don’t have much to defend themselves. Bobby puts his thumb up, so they decide to take the stairs.
At the same time as they go to the toilet, George with the others are walking past the back entrance of the bus station, to a poorly lit path, all their senses are on high alert because they can hardly see none of the surrounding area, the snow still heavily falling, just about making some of the outlines of objects out in the surrounding area, they come to the first ray of light flickering down from a lamppost, but doesn’t help all that much. They walk out from the light like a flickering spotlight on a stage. You would be fucked if you had epilepsy. Their different paired trainers crunching in the settled snow with each step they take. They approach the next flickering light, but the noise from the weather elements along with their shuffling feet is interrupted by a scared lady scream. They abruptly stop walking to listen, squinting.
George whispers asking “Which way do you think that scream come from?”
Adam responds in the same type of tone, “I think it came from the way we are going.”
Shane whisper mumbles “Sounds about fucking right.”
They carry on walking to their first beam of light that isn’t flickering from, not sure if it is good or bad thing for them, as long as they follow the lampposts they will get to the Grafton center. Before they can leave the light. . .
Like a bowling ball speedily hitting its designated pins for a...
Bobby along with Tracy are walking through the shopping center, I shouldn’t have to tell you but there is all the big name branded shops throughout. Over there shoulders is still the entrance with the body laying on the ground, the doors still opening then shutting, but the body has stopped jolting because there is nothing left of the persons head, anyway back to it. Tracy points to a sign on the wall, which is letting her know that there is toilets upstairs, they don’t want to make too much noise because they don’t have much to defend themselves. Bobby puts his thumb up, so they decide to take the stairs.
At the same time as they go to the toilet, George with the others are walking past the back entrance of the bus station, to a poorly lit path, all their senses are on high alert because they can hardly see none of the surrounding area, the snow still heavily falling, just about making some of the outlines of objects out in the surrounding area, they come to the first ray of light flickering down from a lamppost, but doesn’t help all that much. They walk out from the light like a flickering spotlight on a stage. You would be fucked if you had epilepsy. Their different paired trainers crunching in the settled snow with each step they take. They approach the next flickering light, but the noise from the weather elements along with their shuffling feet is interrupted by a scared lady scream. They abruptly stop walking to listen, squinting.
George whispers asking “Which way do you think that scream come from?”
Adam responds in the same type of tone, “I think it came from the way we are going.”
Shane whisper mumbles “Sounds about fucking right.”
They carry on walking to their first beam of light that isn’t flickering from, not sure if it is good or bad thing for them, as long as they follow the lampposts they will get to the Grafton center. Before they can leave the light. . .
Like a bowling ball speedily hitting its designated pins for a...
