for
himself. The oldies will look after him!”
“This isn't the Jungle Book,
soft lad; but yeah I know where you're coming from!” said Scott, smiling as the
two metal doors clicked together.
“I'm starving Fancy a KFC?”
Zee Cupboard of Death!
Kelly's face lit up like a
bonfire when Jon and Josh finally made it through the doors of the Stores area.
However, it did drop a little when she saw the pretty faces of the two rescued
girls behind them.
“Oh, great! Dolly birds!” she groaned.
She had already thrown
herself into the role of Alice Abernathy and had twice so far quoted the line
'My name is Alice and this is my world!'- even though Jordan didn't have a clue as to why she kept
saying it as he sat strapping her swollen knee with a roll of duct tape he'd
found.
“Actually we are not..... dolly birds you presumptuous cow. And we are more than
capable of doing anything that you can do!” announced Charlie indignantly.
'I doubt that!' grumbled
Kelly to herself, trying hard not to grimace with the pain.
After briefly recounting
their stories of how they had managed to get downstairs, and sadly reflecting
that Scott and Ant had probably not made it through, they set about looting the
stores for food and other handy items.
There was a large tatty
rucksack hanging up on a peg, which was very soon crammed full with biscuits,
crisps, bottles of pop and fags- all of life's essentials. Kelly turned to hand
the rucksack to Jordan, but he was nowhere to be seen. A rustling among the
shelves sent a surge of twitchiness through their bodies until the large frame
of Jordan loomed out from the dimly- lit room. But he looked very strange and
he sounded even stranger.
“What's happened to your
face, Jord ?” asked Kelly nervously, taking in the
distorted appearance of her friend's face.
“ It'sh jus' shumthin ' to shtop me bitin ' anyone if I get bit and become a shombie myshelf !” Jordan struggled to say through the roll of
cling film that he had found and wrapped around the bottom half of his head and
face. Completely unfazed by the caring nature of this gentle giant, Kelly held
up her bunch of safe keys and forcefully jabbed the longest key through the
layers of plastic and into his mouth, making a gash big enough for him to speak
through.
“And why are you holding a large bottle of
cooking oil, pray tell?” she addressed him rather sarcastically.
Forming his lips around the
newly- formed gap in his mask, he told them of his plan to cover them all in
the oil to prevent any zombies managing to get a firm grip on their slippery
selves.
“You can keep that plan all
for yourself,” piped up Jon, who was already beckoning the five to follow him
to the maintenance office that was just round the corner.
They moved quietly and
stealthily down the corridor, constantly aware not to take safety for
granted. They soon reached the door to the
maintenance equipment room.
Jon, being first to arrive, peered through the
glass panel and quickly honed in on the tall figure of Attila, the Hungarian
maintenance worker seated at his work desk.
Although he had his back to them Jon could see
that he was busy taking something apart with a screwdriver by torch light. Power cuts were common in the building, and
Attila was never the kind to take advantage of that and stop working, unlike
some.
Obviously his skilled movements were not of
the undead kind, and so Jon banged urgently on the door- which was promptly,
opened permitting the six members of staff to flood in.
“ Vhaat ze fuck!” exclaimed a startled Attila not used to
being disturbed in such a way.
He listened intently as his visitors jabbered on
excitedly about monsters and military and blood and death and the coming back
to life of the dead and not being able to escape without being shot.
Then he demanded sternly
himself. The oldies will look after him!”
“This isn't the Jungle Book,
soft lad; but yeah I know where you're coming from!” said Scott, smiling as the
two metal doors clicked together.
“I'm starving Fancy a KFC?”
Zee Cupboard of Death!
Kelly's face lit up like a
bonfire when Jon and Josh finally made it through the doors of the Stores area.
However, it did drop a little when she saw the pretty faces of the two rescued
girls behind them.
“Oh, great! Dolly birds!” she groaned.
She had already thrown
herself into the role of Alice Abernathy and had twice so far quoted the line
'My name is Alice and this is my world!'- even though Jordan didn't have a clue as to why she kept
saying it as he sat strapping her swollen knee with a roll of duct tape he'd
found.
“Actually we are not..... dolly birds you presumptuous cow. And we are more than
capable of doing anything that you can do!” announced Charlie indignantly.
'I doubt that!' grumbled
Kelly to herself, trying hard not to grimace with the pain.
After briefly recounting
their stories of how they had managed to get downstairs, and sadly reflecting
that Scott and Ant had probably not made it through, they set about looting the
stores for food and other handy items.
There was a large tatty
rucksack hanging up on a peg, which was very soon crammed full with biscuits,
crisps, bottles of pop and fags- all of life's essentials. Kelly turned to hand
the rucksack to Jordan, but he was nowhere to be seen. A rustling among the
shelves sent a surge of twitchiness through their bodies until the large frame
of Jordan loomed out from the dimly- lit room. But he looked very strange and
he sounded even stranger.
“What's happened to your
face, Jord ?” asked Kelly nervously, taking in the
distorted appearance of her friend's face.
“ It'sh jus' shumthin ' to shtop me bitin ' anyone if I get bit and become a shombie myshelf !” Jordan struggled to say through the roll of
cling film that he had found and wrapped around the bottom half of his head and
face. Completely unfazed by the caring nature of this gentle giant, Kelly held
up her bunch of safe keys and forcefully jabbed the longest key through the
layers of plastic and into his mouth, making a gash big enough for him to speak
through.
“And why are you holding a large bottle of
cooking oil, pray tell?” she addressed him rather sarcastically.
Forming his lips around the
newly- formed gap in his mask, he told them of his plan to cover them all in
the oil to prevent any zombies managing to get a firm grip on their slippery
selves.
“You can keep that plan all
for yourself,” piped up Jon, who was already beckoning the five to follow him
to the maintenance office that was just round the corner.
They moved quietly and
stealthily down the corridor, constantly aware not to take safety for
granted. They soon reached the door to the
maintenance equipment room.
Jon, being first to arrive, peered through the
glass panel and quickly honed in on the tall figure of Attila, the Hungarian
maintenance worker seated at his work desk.
Although he had his back to them Jon could see
that he was busy taking something apart with a screwdriver by torch light. Power cuts were common in the building, and
Attila was never the kind to take advantage of that and stop working, unlike
some.
Obviously his skilled movements were not of
the undead kind, and so Jon banged urgently on the door- which was promptly,
opened permitting the six members of staff to flood in.
“ Vhaat ze fuck!” exclaimed a startled Attila not used to
being disturbed in such a way.
He listened intently as his visitors jabbered on
excitedly about monsters and military and blood and death and the coming back
to life of the dead and not being able to escape without being shot.
Then he demanded sternly
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