Bridge Street.

Red Eye Jedi.

Still locked in the restaurant, George is still bending down at the front window, smoking.

He says, "We are going to need resources, weapons, we could be the only people left, or we need to find help at least."

Carlo drinks some of his beer after responds, It is true; we need to get some weapons to protect this place because it could be our fortress for a while."

George asks, "Who wants to check the street situation out with me?"

Amelia, Carlo, and the Hungarian man Adam put their hands up. The head chef is sitting at one of the tables, rolling a giant cigarette, a grinder beside.

George says, "Save me some."

They go back into the kitchen to get protection for everyone, while they go there, a police car comes screeching down the road with its lights flashing but hits something in the road, or maybe his face is being eaten, which causes it to flip.

Slow motion, as the cop car is in mid-air, the workers in the restaurant are gawping, and Carlo spits his beer out.

Looking through the smashed cop's window, the police officer is getting his face munched off by a Z, landing on its roof skidding down the road, stopping at the mouth of the bridge, blocking off the majority of the road, fluid begins dripping off from the flipped cop car.

George drags the dead Z out of the restaurant, droplets of blood from the Zs wounds smearing as he is extracted from the wooden floor onto the square welcome matt, passing over the doorframe to the cold concrete street floor, sitting his slumped body against the wall beside the entrance, while Carlo, Adam alongside Amelia step out from the restaurant. They start to walk left towards, Sains____s. Crouching down as the streets ahead look too quiet apart from hearing a little commotion in the near distance, screaming.

Adam, alongside Carlo, agrees to cross the street, to cover both sides, all armed with a sharp colour-coded kitchen knife; thanks to Jackson for keeping the blades sharpened. George is holding red alongside Amelia, she is clutching the green handled knife, the both of them crouching while walking forward.

All the lights in Café Red are off, and the place looks dead, apart from the Z having a feast over their shoulders.

They carry on stealthily walking past towards the other French restaurant, shards of glass on the path from a hole in the entire window, half of a table hanging out of the windows frame.

The restaurant has erupted into chaos as customers are eating the front-of-house staff instead of what the chefs have made; both start tip-toeing over the broken glass, trying to avoid crunching the shards.

While George whispers, "I never understood why this restaurant is always full, Polish kitchen staff, Italian waiting staff making French food."

Amelia responds, "I know, I wanted to work here, but they turned me down. The tips are amazing."

Inside the restaurant, a Z is eating the stomach contents of a darker-haired male waiter, lungs along with intestines spilling out, a gruesome sight to see. The kitchen door bursts open, a group of five bloody chefs walk out from the kitchen, armed with knives, droplets of blood drying on their whites; the first chef is a hefty geezer, rolled up sleeves to reveal colourful tattoos, armed with a meat cleaver, a Z running towards him with jaw snapping. *Whack!* The meat cleaver is sticking out from the falling Z.

Carlo alongside Adam are walking further up, still on the other side of the road. George beside Amelia crossing the road past a turning that leads to a side road. We can see over their shoulder another window from the restaurant explodes outwards, followed by the cause a chair that must have been thrown by some force. A metallic black motorbike is approaching, the person riding it is slightly bent forward, there is an other person on the back, arms around the driver's waist, their helmet visor is open. George sees the blood shot eyes of the person on the back, that takes their helmet off, lobbing it behind them, rolling along the tarmac revealing the person on the back must be female because of their long chestnut hair, as they speed past. George and Amelia remaining vigilant as they walk past the round church. Our focus is on the skidding motorbike that hits the flipped police car, distant explosion.

All four arrive at the orange chain supermarket, Carlo holding onto the blue-handled knife, and Adam has ahold of his yellow-handled knife. The Z's must have heard the surrounding clubs' music and gone there to feed on the living. A body lays facedown further up on the cobbled road—a couple of chained-together, deep trolleys, a pound coin is needed to free one, the first thing that comes to the senses is the stench of blood and death, not a nice smell.

George says, "Stay alert, guys, cover each other's backs, and get things that will help us if we have to hold up in the restaurant for a few days."

Carlo says, "This reminds me of Brazil, man I left there because I was afraid of someone ending my life."

Adam responds, "Same man, but mine was more for a job and money, but there is faszfejek everywhere, bro."

George says, "Yeah, there are motherfuckers everywhere, bro."

Amelia has already started to walk in, so the lads decide to catch up to her.

Products are all over the grey laminated floor; a cheese counter is beside them; if you look closer, you would see a bloody severed bitten hand amongst the different wedges, like a cat amongst the pigeons, as they carry on walking towards the rows of tills. A tipped shopping trolley with a box of sanitary towels is laying on its side. A dead chunky female worker with a hole in her head, brains splattered all over the cash register and on the ground below, like a leaky tap bloody dripping out, she is slumped over the first till. In the middle, a male with a darker skin complexion lays over the tills conveyer belt; he is a customer; you can tell by the clothes he is wearing that he doesn't work here, his back to the guys.

They stand beside the fruit and vegetable aisle, that also has a meat fridge at the start of the aisle. George walks over to the till, the register is open on the first one, he pushes the dead lady out of the way, she falls off from the chair, hitting the laminated floor with a thud, luckily the money hasn't been sprayed with brains or blood. George starts taking the five, ten, and twenty along with all of the fifty-pound notes out, stashing them in his pocket, after scrapes the one also two-pound coins out.

Amelia asks, "What are you doing? We need to get food, not money."

George responds, "Yes, we will, but being a chef in a chain restaurant doesn't pay well; eventually, this shit has to end. While I am doing this, take that trolley, and fill it up with food, drinks, and alcohol, you can keep the tampons just in case you ladies have the painters in."

Carlo is pointing beside George that looks, to see the female cashier, that is sitting upright with red eye Jedi but not from smoking weed, with a chunk of her cheek stuck on the surface she was laying on, with a piece of her chubby cheeks falling into her lap, her teeth grinding together like someone that is on pills.

George jumps a little while shouting, "Oh Shit!"

His red-handled knife stabs through the middle of her forehead, skull cracking through to the other side, while she slumps forward, blood trickling down the back of her neck, her hair is in a ponytail. George removes his knife while some of her flaky skin sticks to his blade; he grabs too wipe, with a carrier bag moving onto the next till.

Adam laughing while smacking Carlo's back, saying, "She looks like a shit unicorn."

George joins laughing while stuffing his pockets with more money from the cash register, but Amelia doesn't share the same humour.