Bridge Street.

Murder On The Dancefloor.

In the nightclub, Vodka Revs which is becoming more overrun by Z's. Music is 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, along with 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 and glass splash everywhere; he is standing next to the not so camouflaged sparkly dressed girl.

He asks, "My name is Shane; what's yours!?"

She responds, "My name is Summer!"

Shane responds, "You are bright like a summer's day!"

She has no other choice besides stabbing a man Z in the face with a broken bottle. Shane forcibly hammer fists a broken beer bottle into another Z's head, which was snapping at him from across the bar like an angry Karen that quickly goes through his rotting skull.

Another man's voice shouts as loud as he can over all the noise, "Follow me to the back door!!"

Five young bar people rush, the other two hearing this quickly scurry, 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 she is wearing a dark blue pencil skirt, it's a bit of a waste because she has nice legs with attractive facial features. The guy taking chunks out of her neck, someone should tell him women prefer to be kissed, blood spilling, changing the blue dress to violet, his arms wrapped around her waist. Got to show love to these musicians Devlin ft Giggs 'Shot Music.' "Call it murder on the dance floor." Blaring through the speakers as the DJ is too busy chewing on females' fingers, now that's finger chomping good.

Packs of drinks in the warehouse; a guy with short black hair forces the door shut from the Z's which have ran down behind the bar, severing an Z hand in the process, which flops to the ground. Shane helps by barging into the door while the others block up the entrance with stuff that's laying around. His name badge reads 'John' in red on a black background; he has dark brown slicked-back hair with tattoos all over his arms. Pulling a shelving unit full of cases of beer across to block the door while another woman that works here, with a name badge on saying 'Trainee' petite in build with tied up shiny brunette hair, pulls a yellow bulky floor cleaning machine out from a side room to block the door. At the same time, the others check if the back door exit is clear.

A man's voice shouts, "Come on guys, get a fucking move on; it is clear!"

They have blocked the banging door and begin running through the exit which gets slammed shut after the last person leaves.

Further up on one of the many police road blocks, which are dotted on the outskirt of the town centre, the armed police, to contain the situation, have set up roadblocks so that the Z virus won't overspill to the unaware people in their homes. But the people on their own survival missions inside the city centre won't know this unless they stumble across them. It is already 1am just got to make it to the morning; the army is on its way, as no other city has a Z problem. Every police officer brought in to cover so every way that the Z's can go through to the neighbourhoods has at least two coppers, posted with machine guns, only allowing survivors to pass through.

Back to George, that has ahold of Adam's knife, he cleaned it on the supervisor's shirt and in his other hand is his red handled knife, Amelia walking beside him with a green-handled knife in one hand and in her other hand a blue-handled one. Carlo is at the front of the trolley lifting it, while Adam is on the opposite side; otherwise, it would make a racket if they were pushing it on the cobbled road. One side is a wall with a university on the other side. Opposite is a sports shop, next to that is a independent movie and book shop, that is sandwiched between a Turkish barbers. They walk altogether while George keeps glancing behind them. They keep walking further up, still no sign of anyone dead or alive.

Adam says, "Let's stop for a minute, I work out, but my arms will hurt in the morning."

Putting the trolley down in the middle of the road, and a family pack of Waller's crisps falls off the trolley; Amelia nearly jumps out of her fucking skin mate, thinking a Z is behind her. George chuckles while he picks the crisps up, putting them back in the trolley.

Carlo whispers, "Yeah, should have brought Tony with us; he would have lifted this fucker by himself."

George responds, "Yeah, that's why Amelia likes him; we shouldn't talk about her BF like that."

Carlo says, "She would love for him to lift her."

Amelia protests, "He isn't my boyfriend, actually, guys."

George chuckles, "That's what they all say, until five minutes later they start to play tonsil tennis, and he isn't the only one who can lift you."

Adam pipes up, saying, "Or throw you around the bedroom."

George fist-bumps Adam in agreement as Amelia blushes a little.

Carlo says, "We are only joking, Amelia; he is only interested in easy girls, not classy."

George scoffs while responding, "Classy, not an ounce of class she supports Liverpool."

Adam, this time, fist bumps George in agreement, while Amelia smacks George's arms, sticking her tongue out at George, who does it back.