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 strike, a Z jumps out of the darkness around the light, to bowl down the group of four. Mainly taking Tony out but not in a nice way, not for a spot of brunch dear, instead for the Zs kind of dinner. Rolling across the ground his clothes becoming snowy but body heat causing melting into his clothes so they become soggy, but they can’t lay on the ground for too long making snow angels, there is a Z that wants to chomp on their behinds. As the three of them quickly make it to their feet to regroup, just Adam still out in the darkness.
George saying out loud “Fucking Adam!”
But he soon re-joins scaring the life out of them. Adrenaline rushing now as they only have a split second before they can see the Z, it can come from anywhere, they are armed with their weapons. . ..

At the same time Bobby is washing his hands in the toilets sink, his palm presses the soap dispenser, rubbing his hands together. Rinsing them hearing in the ladies toilets the hand dryer being used. Bobby decides not to use them in the gents, not to wake up anymore Zs before he leaves the toilets, he is looking in the mirror, seeing in the reflection the urinals, a man either dead, drunk, Z or alive laying facedown in the urinals, the fourth option is unlikely though, for the obvious reason why would you do that, somehow Bobby had to have a piss, he is adjusting his bouncer card in his right sleeve, water seeping into his trousers fabric as dries his hands on them.
He joins Tracy outside the toilets, not a soul in sight, well not until they get to the top of the stairs, looking down to the bottom, a female Z lay over the first step slowly climbing up.
Bobby says whispering “That wasn’t there before.”
Tracy whispers asking “How do we get around that?”
*Ding*“Level one, the toilets.”
Is spoken by a female voice that comes from inside the elevator at the side.
Bobby whispers “That will do.”
They go to walk over there, the big metal elevator doors open, a blood thirsty Z comes manically running towards the pair. Bobby with the corkscrew between his middle also marriage finger with his grip tightening around its wooden handle, like brass knuckles. One time Bobby punches the Z in his face, the corkscrew drills between the flesh eaters eyes, like a barbed hook, when the Z drops to the ground, it yanks the corkscrew out from his hand. Tracy just standing shocked but before they can go to the elevator to avoid the corpse at the bottom of the stairs. In all the commotion the corpse, that was climbing the stairs grabs ahold of Tracy’s ankle. The Z is soon to let go of her ankle because of Bobby’s size eleven steel toecap boot, nearly takes the female Zs head clean off her shoulders, but instead she is falling down the stairs with her chin bouncing off every step. They quickly rush into the lift before more Zs show up, looking at the panel on the lift wall, a bloody hand smeared down the panel, not knowing how the Z virus spreads. Bobby runs over to corkscrew Z, to see if there is a piece of clothing he can use protect his finger, to press the button. His eyes scanning over the truly deceased ex Z, all pieces are bloodied so instead Bobby puts his index finger up at Tracy, to indicate one minute.
Tracy asks quietly “That long?”
Bobby smirks after he turns walking off to the toilets.
he responds “Not since my teenage years, over excited with too much foreplay.”
Tracy smiles as he goes back in to the gents, the lift doors go to close in front of her eyes, her visibility of the toilet doors hallway are restricting until she reaches out, swiping her hand between the closing doors, they start to slowly re-open.

At the same time there is George, that is with the other three which have ran through the snowy semi lighted pathway, different types of trees like giants standing guard either side, but they are empty of leaves you will have to wait until early May to see what trees these are. to the last lamppost lighting beaming down on them, a figure comes running towards, into the light. Someone has to stop everyone from being the brain munchers next meal. George jabs the figure with his cricket bat, white willow wood thumps into the chest to keep the Z at bay, after George swings it back to take the figures head off mate, but the figure is clutching their chest, dropping to their knees while agony is clearly leaving their existence. The lads all look at each other.
Shane says “That’s the first time I have seen a Z being hurt.”
George responds saying “Yeah same, maybe they do have feelings.”
The short brown haired with blue highlights figure tilts their head up to reveal feminine facial features, piercings on both ears along with a nose ring also there is a piercing on her left nostril.
While clutching her right boob, she says with pain in her voice, “That was uncalled for.”
George responds saying “Was it fuck! Could have been a Z, saying that there is one still about.”
Shane asks “I bet you feel like a right tit mate?”
Before George can say another word, or introduce themselves to this young lady, a groan comes from behind Tony’s left shoulder, the Z emerges from the darkness. Tony as stiff as a mannequin until he carefully reaches out, to grab ahold of the green handled knife that Adam is passing. While George is pointing at what shoulder the Z is dribbling on, I am sure he can hear the Z snarling, but you don’t know what other people’s hearings like. The Z like a vampire, his rotting mouth opens ready to strike, but before its blood craving teeth with pieces of flesh stuck between, can sink in to Tony’s neck, someone get him a toothpick. Tony turns as soon as his hand grips the handle, quickly hooking the Z with the blade slicing into his temple to his rotting brain, lucky Tony is right handed, lights out for the Z that is soon to feel for a split second the snowy floor, his muscles have finally come into some use, we will leave them for a few minutes while they introduce themselves, to carry on with their journey to the Grafton center. The new member of their team is called Skyla, by the way.

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