Bridge Street.

Filling My Pockets.

The other two go to find too fill another free trolley while Adam stays with George, that is moving around the tills filling his pockets with cash from the tills, occasionally having to kill an undead cashier. Adam picks up a basket that was stacked at the end of a till that George has just emptied. He will fill it with different types of meat.

George, alongside Adam, is walking with a full basket each. George's basket is now filled with cigarettes, rolling tobacco, small and big rizla, also lighters. They turn, walking down aisle seven. A male customer services body is laying in a puddle of his own blood, a basket has been tipped over its contents has spilt out, a torn open plastic wrapper of a knife lay on the ground, but no sight of the weapon.

George says, "Someone didn't like the customer service here."

Adam says, "Check out this killer deal; you buy one, get one free."

Both stepping over his lifeless legs to find the other two.

They find them down the alcohol aisle, half-filled trolley with different types of tinned food. They start taking bottles from the shelves. George goes straight for the whiskey alongside dark rum as the others put bottles of vodka and other spirits inside.

George asks, "Did you get mixers?"

Amelie says, "No, we were going to get them next."

George nods as he holds out the two bottles; Adam puts down his meat basket, grabbing ahold of the bottles to put into the trolley.

He responds, "Okay, I will go find them. Join me when you guys finish here."

George walks off to do what he just said.

George walking past the bakery section, turning the corner at the top of the last aisle, past shelves of wine, a few bottles of red that are smashed on the ground, in a puddle of its once content, droplets of red wine dripping from the pointy broken bottles, joining the puddle below. He looks to the end of the aisle to see more shelving on the other side of the walkway, a straight route out of the shop's maze. Still not another alive soul insight, George walks past promotional lemonade bottles which are on eye-level shelving. Opposite there are double white doors; George's pockets jingle from the pound coins when he walks. He tries to hold them, quieting some of the noise, hearing the others whispering, stopping just past the lemonade because he has found the coke, not the stuff you put up your nostril.

He shouts, "They are the next aisle, guys!"

Carlo shouts, "Alright, bro, be there in a second!"

George starts grabbing off from the torso-level shelf boxes of twenty-four Coke cans.

A muscular mixed-race man, he looks like he takes care of his physical appearance, dressed in black trousers also a white shirt, blood dripping from his bottom lip, some droplets splattering on the ground or joining the few on his shirt, twisted name badge 'Jerry' which is in white on an orange background, underneath reads 'Store Supervisor' he is pushing the door behind George open.

George turns, putting a box onto the floor; he tilts his head to see Jerry's leg step closer, looking up seeing Jerry looking down starting to snarl viciously.

George asks, "Yo bro, you want to give me a hand?"

One straightening his posture, turning himself to grab ahold of the red box. Jerry's hand grabs ahold of George's shoulder.

That says, "Nah mate, not today; I am not food."

*Slow motion.*

George swings too smash the box with its contents of red cola cans into Jerry's head. On impact the cans begin to tear through the cardboard and, the red cans fly through the air, but before they hit the ground, George has let go of the torn box and is throwing a punch too connect towards Jerry's nose, impacting for dark red blood, along with a little face skin which fly away. The others must of heard the commotion they soon appear around the corner, especially when the cans hit the ground, spinning with the coke squirting everywhere, looking like a catherine wheel. Jerry's teeth fall out of his mouth every time his jaw is napping shut. Jerry, not even stunned by being punched along with a box full of twenty four cans over his head, is still standing as he begins to angrily go towards George, Jerry has his hands out in a strangle posture like Homer, George begins to panic a little. Still, not wanting to die, he hooks the Z on the side of his head, on the other side Adam's yellow handle knife that should be for cooked meat, but instead is flying through the air, after connecting George's closed fist is retreating further from Jerry's face who is tripping back, the tip of the knife slices through his eardrum into his brain. The Z's body quickly begins to fall to the ground; George's fist moves away along with some bloody black hair skin from the Z's beard. As the body hits the floor, the plastic handle connects to the laminate flooring.

*Back to normal motion.*

George says, "Thank you, brother, nice shot!"

Adam moves back throwing to just standing beside Carlo. Amelia eventually joins them with the cart; it's hard to manoeuvre a full cart around the corners.

Adam says: "I was raised with knives because I lived on a farm on the outskirts of a city in Hungary. Besides, I see your knife on the shelf."

George bends down grabbing a can from the ground that hasn't burst, opening too drink. Carlo agrees with George, that it was a nice shot. They fill the trolley up with mixers, after decide on the next things to get.

George alongside Amelia, will find anything that helps with barricading themselves into the restaurant, because they don't know how long this will last, while the other two continue to collect more food, they are walking towards the cookie and crisp section at the end of the aisle.

Back at the restaurant, the others are still locked inside. The chef, sitting beside his younger brother Jackson, Andrej joins them sitting beside Jackson, which is smoking at one of the tables opposite the bar, while the others are kneeling in front of the windows waiting for the other four to come back.

Aida says: "It can't be that bad; the buses are still working."

The bus begins deviating from the road, the bus drivers door is swinging, that should be locked especially when the bus is moving, seeing the clutching bus driver's hands swinging from side to side gripping tightly to the black steering wheel while a Z female is nibbling on his neck, blood squirting; Aida spoke too soon.

The bus passes with the logo of the bus company 'Citi'. which is white in a red circular shape, blue and orange swirls on the side of the two floors. An ad in the middle of the decks, of a book, also movie which is what I want. This one came out recently it's called "An Essence Of Time", so go give that a read after you have finished with this one please. The bus crashes into the into the flaming police car and motorbike, which is blocking the road at the bottom of the bridge.