Bridge Street.

What A Night.

Only joking; I can't end it there. So many questions you will have.

Where do I start? before the army turned up, turning the show into a blood bath, with bullets ripping through the dead's head. Anyway, let me take you to the two police officers intruding on the fair owners' business. There, look! One of the officers is currently having his brains eaten by a female Z; by the looks of the ripped-open bloody face, it is the Mexican police officer. The Z stops as the mushy brains slides down its gullet. It sniffs the cold early morning air while being introduced briefly to the Mexican police officer's life.

The vision the female Z is experiencing is the English police officer calling out to his partner, "Raul, we have a call; let's go!"

Raul gets up from his office chair; he kisses his two fingers after placing them on a framed photo of his family, which is beside his laptop.

The same night the Z virus spread, he is with his partner, arms fully extended, gun in hand, letting bullets fly to hit the oncoming Z's, as chaos is beginning. The Z experiencing Raul's life vision also feels the adrenaline Raul is feeling. Adrenaline is soon to change to compassion as he is looking down to see a friend of his wife. He remembers that she works in the city. Still, unfortunately, she didn't make it out because her skin was peeling from her face, blood has engulfed the whites of her eyes, and a ferocious expression explodes from her face. Hence, Raul puts her out of the misery that has inundated her life as a bullet explodes from the back of her head.

Skipping forward to when he is sitting beside his partner, glancing down to see the message on his partners' phone, which reads, 'In their caravan, their lad is sprinkling white powder over candy floss. Also, there are people inside a container.

The rest of the scene plays out, which is what you witnessed earlier.

It fast-forwards a little to them having their gun in one hand, crossed over is a torch shining in their other hand. As the light scans over different rides until they get to a caravan, what you don't notice is the man of the fair has done some knocks on the side of the caravan; they have a few different styles of taps meaning other things. The caravan door opens to reveal the lad with a shotgun pointing towards the policeman.

The lad's name is Ryan, slicked back black hair, says, "Give my dad your guns, take your belts along with bulletproof vest off."

The police officers comply with what they have to do, as the man that owns the fair snatches their guns only to point their weapons at them.

Now letting the police officers go through the front would be stupid because they would come back with more, or killing them, well, that is past stupidity. So letting the Zs kill them would be the correct decision. There is a back door that Ryan leads them to, with the shotgun barrel poking in their back, switching between both of them, the older man beside his son. Raul looked at the few approaching Zs, with skin pealing and their jaws ferociously snapping at the moment thin air, but a few seconds could be flesh. Raul silently speaks a prayer, but his lights are soon put out like his partners, not because the holy words saved him but because the gun butts connected with the back of their heads. The police men drop to the ground. The rest is known to you because the Zs are in the process of eating them, but what isn't known to you is, if the police officers were left to stay alive, they would of stumbled across an underground city with some real shady characters that deal in human trafficking. The fair owners are only a small cog within this operating operation. Still, if any authority stumbles upon this, it is dangerous, well the sprinkle of white powder over candy floss is to keep people coming back, somehow.

I am sure you are wondering what happened to Tom also Jerry. They are still alive as the army stormed into the bus while they were sharing a joint among themselves.

Of course, the show's star, George, well, the army, was going through Bridge Street as the sun rose. After being cleared free from the Z virus, he borrowed a bike from a back alley to arrive at his daughter's home in time to take her out for the day, but not before having a shower and putting on some clean clothes first. He still had to run most of the way to make it on time, because the bike broke halfway.

I can imagine it is going to take a few weeks to clean up all this mess before the town centre gets back to normality.

Now the visual story is finished, oh yeah, before I go. The last question I have to answer is, they still don't know what caused the outbreak but the scientists in their lab coats will be working to find out the cause, let's hope that there isn't another outbreak. This could've happened anywhere, in any city or the world, but it didn't it happened at Bridge Street, David2Marseille. What a night!

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