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None of that helps us, though. And did they really need to cut off all communications in here? What the hell was the point? We can’t exactly make things any worse.
Ted looks pretty ill, but he’s still conscious. His wife hasn’t left his side not even for a split second. That’s real love for you—either that or she’s terrified what Jonny might do to him the moment she steps away.
Jonny’s gone through at least twelve bottles of beer and devoured his coke in a matter of minutes, and he’s taken so many pisses behind the bar, the room has started to smell. I’m worried about him. Usually, a little of the white stuff levels him out, helps take the edge off the drunkenness. But not this time—not after losing Nathan.
Natalie is still sitting on the floor with her brother, both with their eyes half-shut. I feel like joining them, maybe get a few hours’ sleep to escape this crazy day. But I can’t. I can’t leave Adriana alone with Jonny. Not when he’s been so volatile.
Ginge has been hovering by the window for the past twenty minutes, staring down at the devastation.
I join him.
The neighbouring VIP suites still seem empty. Hard to know for sure, though.
Nothing much has changed below; there’s still a mass of roaming Necs, and piles of dead bodies scattered along the seats, covering nearly all the rows on both tiers. There seems to be fewer people running. The majority are probably hiding, dead or most likely already turned.
Ginge has a look of disbelief etched onto his face. That jokey, optimistic expression is absent for now. But he’ll get it back. I’m sure he will. He has a gift of finding the humour in any situation. Maybe not about today, but it’s still there. Somewhere buried deep amongst all the carnage. Even during his father’s funeral, he managed to get everyone laughing with his eulogy. Don’t know how he did it; his mother broke down as soon as the coffin arrived. But that’s Ginge for you: never let anything get you down.
Even after hours of all this shit, I don’t think the chaos has truly sunk in yet. Maybe it never will. And I can’t see Jonny shaking off today’s events any time soon.
That’s if we make it out alive.
Of course we will. We’re safe enough. Nothing’s getting in, and the seats below are way too far for anyone to climb up.
But what about Ted?
I glimpse over at him, his wheezing lungs punctuating the silence of the room. Maybe Jonny was right. Maybe we should put him outside the door. He’ll be dead soon, and then he’ll turn on us all. And then what are we supposed to do? We’ll be too exposed. We’ve got no weapons and no way of escaping. We’re not safe here at all. We should have just kept moving down the corridor, taken our chances.
Shut up!
We can’t just throw Ted outside. Adriana will end up going out with him—and then we’ll have her death on our conscience as well.
Help will be here, long before Ted becomes a Nec. I’m sure of it.
How sure?
“So what now?” Ginge asks; eyes still locked on the desolation.
I shrug. “I don’t know. We wait, I suppose. It’s not like we have any other options.”
“We could call for help?”
“With what? The phones are dead. So is the Internet.”
He turns to me. “Maybe we should do it the old-fashioned way and shout for help.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jonny blurts from his barstool. “Who are you gonna shout to?”
Ginge points to the door. “We can get inside one of the other rooms; the ones that look out onto the car park. If we can signal to someone outside, that we’re alive, maybe they’ll send up a ladder for us. It’s got to be worth a try.”
“No chance,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s too dangerous out there. There could still be a corridor full of Necs just waiting for us. I say we just wait it out a few more hours.”
“But what if waiting gets us killed?” Ginge replies. “The longer we’re stuck in this stadium, the more
None of that helps us, though. And did they really need to cut off all communications in here? What the hell was the point? We can’t exactly make things any worse.
Ted looks pretty ill, but he’s still conscious. His wife hasn’t left his side not even for a split second. That’s real love for you—either that or she’s terrified what Jonny might do to him the moment she steps away.
Jonny’s gone through at least twelve bottles of beer and devoured his coke in a matter of minutes, and he’s taken so many pisses behind the bar, the room has started to smell. I’m worried about him. Usually, a little of the white stuff levels him out, helps take the edge off the drunkenness. But not this time—not after losing Nathan.
Natalie is still sitting on the floor with her brother, both with their eyes half-shut. I feel like joining them, maybe get a few hours’ sleep to escape this crazy day. But I can’t. I can’t leave Adriana alone with Jonny. Not when he’s been so volatile.
Ginge has been hovering by the window for the past twenty minutes, staring down at the devastation.
I join him.
The neighbouring VIP suites still seem empty. Hard to know for sure, though.
Nothing much has changed below; there’s still a mass of roaming Necs, and piles of dead bodies scattered along the seats, covering nearly all the rows on both tiers. There seems to be fewer people running. The majority are probably hiding, dead or most likely already turned.
Ginge has a look of disbelief etched onto his face. That jokey, optimistic expression is absent for now. But he’ll get it back. I’m sure he will. He has a gift of finding the humour in any situation. Maybe not about today, but it’s still there. Somewhere buried deep amongst all the carnage. Even during his father’s funeral, he managed to get everyone laughing with his eulogy. Don’t know how he did it; his mother broke down as soon as the coffin arrived. But that’s Ginge for you: never let anything get you down.
Even after hours of all this shit, I don’t think the chaos has truly sunk in yet. Maybe it never will. And I can’t see Jonny shaking off today’s events any time soon.
That’s if we make it out alive.
Of course we will. We’re safe enough. Nothing’s getting in, and the seats below are way too far for anyone to climb up.
But what about Ted?
I glimpse over at him, his wheezing lungs punctuating the silence of the room. Maybe Jonny was right. Maybe we should put him outside the door. He’ll be dead soon, and then he’ll turn on us all. And then what are we supposed to do? We’ll be too exposed. We’ve got no weapons and no way of escaping. We’re not safe here at all. We should have just kept moving down the corridor, taken our chances.
Shut up!
We can’t just throw Ted outside. Adriana will end up going out with him—and then we’ll have her death on our conscience as well.
Help will be here, long before Ted becomes a Nec. I’m sure of it.
How sure?
“So what now?” Ginge asks; eyes still locked on the desolation.
I shrug. “I don’t know. We wait, I suppose. It’s not like we have any other options.”
“We could call for help?”
“With what? The phones are dead. So is the Internet.”
He turns to me. “Maybe we should do it the old-fashioned way and shout for help.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Jonny blurts from his barstool. “Who are you gonna shout to?”
Ginge points to the door. “We can get inside one of the other rooms; the ones that look out onto the car park. If we can signal to someone outside, that we’re alive, maybe they’ll send up a ladder for us. It’s got to be worth a try.”
“No chance,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s too dangerous out there. There could still be a corridor full of Necs just waiting for us. I say we just wait it out a few more hours.”
“But what if waiting gets us killed?” Ginge replies. “The longer we’re stuck in this stadium, the more
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