Bridge Street.

Emerging From The Darkness.

At the same time as George, with the others who have run through the snowy semi-lighted pathway, different types of trees, like giants standing guard on either side, but they are empty of leaves; you will have to wait until early May to see what trees these are. They have made it to the last lamppost lighting beaming down on them, a figure runs towards the light. Someone has to stop everyone from being the brain munchers' next meal. George jabs the figure with his cricket bat, and the white willow wood thumps into the chest to keep the Z at bay, after George swings it back, ready to take whoever's head off, mate, but the figure is clutching its chest, dropping to its knees while agony is leaving their existence. The lads all look at each other.

Shane says, "That's the first time I have seen a Z hurt."

George responds, "Yeah, same. Maybe they do have feelings."

The short brown haired with blue highlights figure tilts their head up to reveal feminine facial features, piercings on both ears and a nose ring piercing on her left nostril.

While clutching her right boob, she says with pain in her voice, "That was uncalled for."

George responds, "Was it fuck! Could have been a Z, saying that there is one still about."

Shane asks, "I bet you feel like a right tit, mate?"

Before George can say another word or introduce themselves to this young lady, a groan comes from behind Tony's left shoulder; the Z emerges from the darkness. Tony is as stiff as a mannequin until he carefully reaches out to grab ahold of the green-handled knife that Adam is passing. While George is pointing at what shoulder the Z is dribbling on, I am sure he can hear the Z snarling, but you don't know what other people's hearings are like. The Z, like a vampire, his rotting mouth opens, ready to strike, but before its blood craving teeth with pieces of flesh stuck between can sink into Tony's neck, someone get him a toothpick. Tony turns as soon as his hand grips the handle, quickly hooking the Z with the blade slicing into his temple to his rotting brain; lucky Tony is right-handed, lights out for the Z that is soon to feel in a split second the snowy floor, his muscles have finally come into some use, we will leave them for a few minutes while they introduce themselves, to carry on with their journey to the Grafton centre. The new member of their team is called Skylar, by the way.

Back to the toilets where Tracy is still in the lift, the heavy metal doors opening back up, the gents' toilet door breaks and opens the wrong way; the cause for this is Bobby throwing a Z, which I presume was taking a dump, because of his trousers also boxers are around his ankles, through it followed by himself, with some force. A man that throws people out of nightclubs for a living just tossed this Z like it was nothing, full-on carnage within a matter of seconds. Bobby makes it back to his feet; the Z doesn't have the same kind of luck because of a shard of door that is sticking out from his head. He is dusting himself while walking back to Tracy in the lift, pulling some tissue out from his pocket.

Bobby says, "Got what we needed."

He is pressing the blood-smeared panel, hopefully getting the ground floor button, looking at the Z, blood leaking down the shard of wood from his head wound.

A woman's voice breaks the silence. "Lift going down."

Tracy says, "That's a good start."

The doors are shutting while Bobby drops the bloody tissue.

Back to the now group of five, after everyone has introduced themselves, they walk through the traffic lights that divide the town centre where they come from to the Grafton centre where they are going. They can hear smacking on some glass from somewhere, probably from a Z trapped in a car, but visibility is still problematic. Also, they don't want to put themselves in more danger. Adam presses the traffic light button as he walks faster to catch up, over the crossing, just about seeing the flashing green man through the heavy snow.

The lift doors open to reveal the basement of the shopping centre, but lucky for the pair, it is lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas Day. Bobby is the first to enter the basement, followed by Tracy, to reveal a long hallway straight ahead, but eventually, there is a turning ahead of them.

Tracy says, "We need to get weapons."

Bobby responds,"I agree, but we need to find the stairs back to the ground level, also food."

As soon as the words leave his mouth, his stomach rumbles, or it could be a Z around the hallway's corner. They walk down the corridor to venture into the unknown.

Two lads are sitting at the bus depot, sheltering from the cold, snowy weather. They seem oblivious to what is happening around them, passing a joint between themselves. There is a Citi 2 bus parked up, but there isn't any activity from inside, there could be a maximum of five buses parked up here at once; these buses take people within the city to other cities and towns.

George, alongside the others has arrived at the place Bobby got Tracy her new shoes. The snowing has started to ease off. There are bodies everywhere but the only problem is they are not lying on the ground anymore; they are standing and roaming around while bumping into each other; some of the Z's meals are on the floor ahead of them, and their guts spilt out with parts of the brain, spilling out from their cracked skulls. A few of the Zs have their guts spilling out, while still roaming around because their heads are still intact; I guess it is true what they say, you must kill them by destroying their brains.

The Tomboy girl asks, "Is there a less suicidal way around?"

George responds, "Like the back of my hand, I know my city; follow me."

They walk left, following George, their footsteps crunching in the settled snow, as they try not to disturb the roaming Zs because the small hoard would destroy this small group.

Bobby with Tracy behind, is climbing up a few steps that leads towards a heavyset door, a small rectangular mesh window within the middle of the door that Bobby stops to look through.

Tracy asks, "Anything?"

Bobby responds, "Nothing at the moment, sweetheart."

He cracks the door open a little to poke his head out, he looks one way but sees nothing, he turns his head to look up at a Zs rotting face groaning at him. Making Bobby jump, he sharply opens the door outwards. It smashes into Zs face, which flies backwards, on his bum, sliding on the slippery laminated flooring until the wall stops Z from sliding anymore. Bobby quickly rushes over to the Z, trying to make it back to its feet, but Bobby's boot crashes through his head, like stamping on a carved-out pumpkin. There are pieces of flesh, skull mixed with brains scattered everywhere, exploding up the wall. Tracy emerges from the basement door while Bobby is checking if the area is clear. Lucky for them there is no more Z's around. Even more fortunate for them, they have come out near an open but empty from people, Costabucks coffee shop. They start taking sandwiches and drinks from the refrigerated unit; the shutter must have been broken in the rush of the Z virus spreading. Bobby is not picky about what sandwich he picks up; he tears open the sandwich packaging, wolfing down the sandwich after drinking half a sugary drink. Tracy is a bit more lady-like in the way she eats, even taking a seat at one of the many empty tables, one that hasn't got half-filled coffee cups along with crisp packets or chocolate bar wrapper; my personal favourites are the Kinder B or Kitty Kat Chunky, both of them with a cup of tea or coffee, lovely like a slice of heaven.