Bridge Street.

The Spirit Of J C.

On the corner of the road, behind them is a sweet shop; across the street in front of them is a gravel driveway that leads to a university that has such beautiful architecture even the most hardened person would appreciate the beauty of the building. Across the road from the university is the beginning of the restaurants and pub which is situated in the middle, starting with a burger chain restaurant, that does nice milkshakes. On both sides of the road is a black bollard, but they have stopped before that on a zebra crossing that links the round church to the sweet shop, which used to be a cigar shop, many moons ago. Opposite is an ice cream stand, which lays smashed on the grounds, it's on the same side as the university. George walks over to the ice cream stand, looks down the road, and sees a silver car wrapped around a lamppost, the car doors open, with the car lights flashing but no alarm.

George asks, "Carlo bro, you scoop ice cream on the side in your spare time?"

Carlo responds, "I know, bro. It has my name on the side. I have tasted the ice cream from here, and not bad, to be honest bro."

George looks over the ice cream stand, tubs of different flavour ice cream lying over the pavement, a Z on all fours eating a severed arm, biting off a thumb, blood smeared around his decaying chops. George starts backing away; he turns his head while putting his index finger to his lips.

Amelia silently mouths, asking, "Is there one?"

George nods, and a woman's scream breaks through the silence of the night.

The Z looks up while his teeth are munching through the thumb flesh to the bone. Crunching on the thumb while he puts the arm down after grabbing a pink tub of lidless strawberry ice cream; it has started to defrost, chunks of red strawberry mixed in. The Z stands up, scooping his hand in, pulling out a hefty scoop of ice cream, his hand like a bowl, as he lifts it to his mouth, some spilling over the edges; doing this again and again until the tub is empty, don't worry about half being on the floor, as the Z swallows the ice cream, he drops the tub to the pavement. Melting ice cream dripping from the fingers of the Z that pushes his palm into the front of his head while stomping up then down; by the looks of it, brain freeze has kicked in. George chuckles out loud! Which the Z hears; skin comes away with his palm, that should be stuck to his forehead. The Z roars towards him after he starts climbing over the ice cream stand. George backs up towards the other three, reaching his hand back for Amelia to pass him a weapon. At the same time as the Z starts running towards George, his hand clutched ahold of the neck of a bottle; he swings with all his power.

*Whack!*

Slowing it down for you to see the impact on the left side of the Z's jaw, nearly spinning the Z's head around then around again, blood, ice cream, teeth, chunks of strawberries, along with flesh spray in all directions. Cracks form in the bottles' dark glass; they spread up the bottle like roots, and pieces of glass burst out with the rouge wine following. Back to standard time, the whole bottle shatters, shards exploding everywhere as the Z falls with his jaw still swinging.

Carlo says, "The spirit of Jesus was in that swing!"

George drops the chunks of glass in his hand onto the concrete pavement. The others look on, shocked, while George takes hold of one of the baskets from the trolley.

He says, "Come on, you want to be there next meal."

They all start hurrying back to the restaurant.

They arrive back at the restaurant, while Carlo at one end and Adam at the other lift the trolley through the restaurant's doorway. Amelia is already inside getting a drink, something that is stronger than coffee. George is keeping a lookout; he looks down the way that they come, his eyes scanning around, only seeing bits of destruction, such as the restaurant also, pub windows smashed outwards, and a silver taxi that crashed into bike rails; George looks the other way, towards the bridge over the river cam, an exploded upside-down cop car at the mouth of the bridge. He notices the bus from earlier; he did not see it crash into the other vehicles causing a blockade, nothing is getting through the flaming pile, so they are safer on one side, but he can't see Z's or anyone alive, just burning corpses. George walks into the restaurant while getting a cigarette out to smoke.

Still inside the centre of town, on a club's open roof, a stocky bald bouncer with a bushy chestnut brown beard is crouching behind a bar with a young lady in a glittery blue dress. He peeps over the top of the bar counter. There is a group of seven Z's on the dance floor; occasionally, they bump into each other, snarling at one another like a pack of rabid-bitten dogs. Retro sofas around the edges of the room with retro coffee tables in the middle, stopping at the closed door that is to the side of the bar, one bit of noise will alert the Zs. He carefully grabs a hold of a silver corkscrew. She quietly grabs a small serrated brown-handled knife from a wooden chopping board for slicing or wedging lemons or limes.

Back in the restaurant, George is pouring a glass of whiskey mixed with coke after putting the money he collected at the supermarket in his backpack. He takes his drink from the bar counter.

Adam says, "Bro, I will have the same as you."

George walks over to a seat; his phone sits face down on the table.

George responds, "Knock yourself out, bro."