Horror

Rage- The Infection

Donny lived all alone in Ipswich, Suffolk, with his

father and his uncle, Bert and Milt. They all lived

above a restaurant which was always open and

popular. Bert actually owned the place, but Milt, he

was the landlord. So they all lived together, yet

Donny was getting a little pissed off with Bert,

thinking he was becoming a control freak. He would

always snap at him about carrying a knife or other

weapon when he came outside, saying the streets

were dangerous and look what happened to his

other uncle. So reluctantly Donny carried the knife

everywhere with him although he'd chuck it in the

dustbin if he heard sirens in the distance.

And there were a lot of sirens in Ipswich. One would

hear at least ten major crimes a day - muggings,

lootings, vandals.

Finally, defence arrived in the form of Bert's liver.

His overdrinking down at the restaurant and the pub

was taking its toll on the man. That, and the fact

that extremely violent riots seemed to have started

unprovocatively in London - all round the center,

round the Palace, as a matter of fact. Angry crowds

fisting each other and lashing out with feet at faces

- armed and visored police marching through the

City - the last riots had been in the 60s.

And so Donny pondered the cause of the riots but

all he could find was that it was prompted by the

Prime Minister refusing to send his homies support

in the Middle East where he was launching an

invasion.

'So, what's new?'

Donny muttered and stuck up his finger at the Prime

Minister on TV when he was making a report on the

News.

'Donny!' his father said. Just then his uncle, Milt,

came in with a shopping bag full of food. Now

Donny was an overeater, not grossly overweight, but

overweight. He was a binge eater. He'd eat two

hamburgers a day easily. No way he'd ever run a

marathon.

Not that he ever wanted to.

Milt saw Donny insulting the Prime Minister and

Donny and his uncle derived in politics - Milt was a

straight-up Conservative while Donny was a Labour;

they tended to clash. And this was somehow the