Bridge Street.

Looking Through Your Eyes.

Bobby walks with Tracy towards the Grafton centre, quiet because of the bodies on the ground; I don't know if they are dead or undead. They do not have many weapons, just the corkscrew along with Bobbie's muscles, which still need to be tested; see, just like Tony, you can have all the muscular physic you like, but in these situations, if you can't fight, your fucked. Bobby nearly treads with all his weight onto a black object submerged in the snowy coating, like icing sugar dusted over a cake. Bobby picks up the dark thing and brushes away the snow. It's a smartphone. He clicks the circular button, and the home screen lights up, with a couple kissing at the mouth of a mountain; he gets a glimpse at the time before noticing the one per cent battery in the corner after the phone powers down. He puts this in his back trouser pocket after telling Tracy.

"It is seven minutes past three."

They carry on walking towards the front of the Grafton centre.

Tracy Says, "I am hungry and also thirsty."

Bobby responds, "Same; let's look in the shopping centre."

Lucky for the pair, the doors are still open; they lock them at a specific time of night to keep people experiencing homelessness out from sleeping within. The doors open then quickly shut on the already crushed head of a person, like a watermelon that a sledgehammer has repeatedly hit, while the body lay inside the shopping centre. Bobby does the Jesus cross over himself while Tracy winces. They can hear somebody eating; when I say eat, I mean the disgusting type, like slurping spaghetti in pasta sauce shite. They look to their right to see outside a closed bank, a smartly dressed person lying dead with half of his brain lying on the pavement and seeing a coating of snow all around two Z's feast. Alphabet spaghetti, using every letter, starting now.

The FIRSt ONe CroUcheD over eatinG the MAn's intestines, bLood goes dripPing down his chin, With the other z its back to the pair, Bobby alongside Tracy breaths QuietlY eXhales Joining Each other's, the second z Hunched over feasting on the brains of their victims, KeePing it a meal only for the VIZ's.

You now can clap, finishing here.

After the first few brain portions go into the second Z's mouth, he straightens up as the rotten flesh on his face starts to heal, and his eyes start to regain their rightful colour. He starts sniffling as he envisions the guy's life, of the brain he was devouring.

What the Z is envisioning is the guy, seeing this through his eyes, he is rushing through the airport with his girlfriend, one hand pulling his luggage while the other is reaching out for his lady's hand; he turns his head to see her, dark hair swaying while she is rushing beside, her hand trying to reach out for his, her red lipstick sticking out on her lips, one of her smiles that can bring happiness to life, not just his life but everyone lives that she come into touch with, as their hand's clasp together, as they are weaving around people.

It jumps to when they are on an aeroplane, she has taken her seat, but he is standing, putting his bag in the overheads, wearing a grey t-shirt. While speaking with her but the words are muffled, her eyes as dark as a well on a night; you could easily get lost in them; she scrapes her hair back to flick behind her ear while giggling at something he just said. As he sits beside her to hold her hand, her fingers locking with his, an engagement ring on her finger, they kiss.

It skips forward to them at the picture on the phone that Bobby found, as the guy is giving someone his mobile after the couple stands in front of the mountain. But the visual effects that the Z is experiencing abruptly stop because the other Z that was munching on the guy's intestines is on the move barging past to get what he has spotted; you would think this would be Bobby along with Tracy but turning to see them not there anymore, well you would be gone if you were in their shoes.