Mankind devoured - BOOK 1

Part 18: Death.

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Marley, Freddie, Adele, Boston, Terry
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The five of them had sat down for a break in the middle of Trafalgar Square, a good open place with a lot of visibility.  So they would know if any infected were incoming. 
Terry was gently bouncing his club off the ground, Boston and Freddie having a spear spinning match.
Marley and Adele were sat together having a chat, seeing as they had only met that day. 

"Genuinely though you're literally fucking massive!  Were you a rugby player before all this?" Marley asked, genuinely interested.

"What, you saying I'm fat, Barbados boy?" She asked, grinning and raising an eyebrow dramatically. 

"I'm saying you're the fucking hulk." Marley laughed and held his stomach. 

"What were you?  You're built yourself." Adele asked him.

"Gym coach, you?" Marley responded.

"accountant." Adele told him. 

"So did you crunch press ups instead of numbers?" Marley laughed.

"Don't push it, lad." Adele smirked, her scouse accent becoming apparent. 

That's when Marley fell back into his back, smacking his head on the concrete and rolling down the stairs up to the monument. 
He couldn't hear anything, couldn't move anything, just saw liquid running down over his eyes, feeling it pooling around his head and onto his chest. 

Adele came down over him, trying to pick him up.  Marley's vision was fading, gradually getting worse, he couldn't tell what was going on.
But he saw an opening in the direct middle of Adele's chest suddenly, hearing her dull sounding exhale as an explosion of liquid came from her, the sunlight shining through a large gape in her chest. 

In Marley's final moments of consciousness, he felt a weight fall on top of him, blasting the final amount of air from his lungs. 
That's when he realised what this was, with his final amount of brain power he figured it out.  This was death.
He was dying, but he felt nothing, no fear, no pain, just a loss.
Marley shut his eyes, never to open again. 

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Terry, Freddie, Boston
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"Fuck!  Get to cover!" Freddie shouted.

He knew cover would be no good, they didn't know where the fire was coming from, it appeared to be everywhere. 
As Freddie ducked behind a wall, he saw Adele collapse on Marley's corpse, blood spraying from her chest, all over the ground and over Marley's dead body. 

"Holy shit!" Terry yelled.

"NNG!" Boston expelled through gritted teeth.

He fell down onto his knees just in front of Freddie, only glancing briefly at him before a bullet ripped through his skull, exploding out the front of his face, just next to his nose.
His final expression was one of fear and panic, one that probably accurately mimicked what Freddie looked like in that moment. 

"Holy shit, dude!  This is fucked!  This is so fuc..!" Terry was cut short, by a large pole bursting out of his throat and pulling back out.

Terry collapsed, gasping hopelessly for air that just wouldn't come to him.  He wheezed and choked, holding his throat, desperately trying to fix the situation to no avail, within seconds he went limp and died on the stairs.

"Got anythin' to say?" A cruel London accent sneared from behind Freddie.

Freddie just sighed, quickly rethinking the traumatic events that had just unfolded in front of him. 
He didn't have much to say actually, or even to think, his mind was just blanker than ever, emptier than ever before.
He had never felt so stripped bare.