Bridge Street.

Survival.

Back to Tom And Jerry, it was one of the best cartoons when I was growing up. The bus turns the corner, driving into a male Z wearing nice clothes apart from blood stains; I would presume he was on a night out with friends. Slow-motion so we can see the full force of the front of the bus crashing into the Z, with the lads' expressions inside the bus. Tom slams on the brakes, but it is too late; the dead Z rolls away while the bus comes to an emergency stop. Tom presses a button that opens the bus doors; Jerry quickly gets out, so he can make sure the person is alright. Unbeknown to him or both of them that a Z virus has spread. A gunshot sounds on the quiet night soon after. Jerry is quick to run back into the bus.

While panicking, shouting, “Drive, bro! f*****g drive!”

His urgency sparks Tom into action as he puts the bus in gear and quickly drives off.

Tom asks, “What happened?”

Jerry tries to calm his nerves by taking a brown tobacco pouch, rizla and filters from his dark blue coat pocket; he is trembling, trying to roll himself a smoke as he explains what happened.

So let me show you what happened when Jerry stepped off the bus. He starts looking around to see where the body is, but at first, he can’t see anything, only tire marks in the snow, until he hears scraping. The Z comes crawling around the corner. Half of its face is rotten off; its legs look like they have been Roy Keane tackled. Jerry is too focused on the Z crawling on the floor to notice another Z slowly creeping towards the stunned Jerry. In slow motion, a bullet bursts out from the strolling Zs forehead, which snaps Jerry back to the land of the living, because it wisps past his ear. Well, the rest, you know, because he didn’t stick around to find where the bullet came from.

The English police officer unlocks the portable toilet door after finishing; he starts walking towards the four-bed caravan, creamy complexion. Cream net curtains that will only stop complete visibility into their home from afar. The police officer is adjusting himself, dusting off his heavy black bulletproof vest. He walks up to the caravan windows; being nosy, he peeks in to see a lad in his mid-twenties sprinkling a powder substance over candy floss after repackaging them to sell for children to consume or even adults; he sees something else that grabs his eye, but first another thing catches his attention is faint knocking coming from inside a red shipping container, you know, the big ones they have at the docks, well there is one not far away from the portable toilet. The police officer goes over to it, placing his ear beside what he hears.

A faint female voice from inside asks, “Can you let me out please, Mr? I need the toilet.”

The English police officer quickly looks around to see if anyone has noticed him being nosy; lucky for him, no one has spotted him.

The police officer arrives back to his partner, that is speaking with the owners of this winter wondering, they are a married couple.

The Mexican police officer asks, “Is it just you two?”

The deserted shut-down rides lay dormant around the fairground; during the day, they bring joy to all the kids.

The man puts his cup down on the table, and he responds, “No, our son is in our caravan.”

The English police officer is typing something on his mobile.

The Mexican police officer asks, “Is it just you three that run this place daily?”

The woman is about to respond, but her husband says, “No, we have another family that helps out, but they have needed to go out of town for a family emergency.”

By the looks of it, he wanted to cover up a secret; I bet they use locals to avoid specific laws.

He puts his phone on his partners' lap; the Mexican police officer glances down to read the message written in text form after looking up at the couple while the English police officer takes his mobile back.

The Mexican police officer asks, “You don’t mind if we look around, you know, just so we feel safe.”

The man's response is to say, “Of course, you can look around Cuntstable.”( I know it’s not the correct spelling.)

The owner agrees so they don’t look suspicious.

Bobby is still with Tracy; both are hiding behind the coffee shop counter, having just heard a noise. Not knowing if it is the hoard coming back but they are soon to realise it isn’t because of whispers that are coming from the small group that George is a part of. the Slowly Bobby quietly peaks from over the counter to see George speaking with a pretty blond-haired lady dressed in retail attire. She was the one that was hiding in the office. The others are following behind, making sure they are observant so no Z or Z’s get the jump on them, Tracy sitting on the floor beside Bobby’s leg.

“We should check Costabucks over there to see if there is a drink or food or both. I am not fussy.” Adam whispers.

They head over there to Costabucks as Bobby kneels back down behind the counter, whispering into her ear of Tracy, “Stay still, don’t know the intentions of these people.”

Tracy nods as the group approaches the fridge to take what they need. George lights a cigarette while taking a seat as others join him. Bobby looks around the ground to find anything he can use as a weapon, his eyes dart to a clean but chipped Costabucks mug, know the big ones, maybe you're drinking out of it now, that has the coffee café logo printed on its side, he grabs ahold of gripping it tightly, poised at any second to strike.

George is looking around while smoking his cigarette, retail shops all around.

Tony asks, “Do you think there are any other survivors?”

Adam says, “I hope so; imagine if this is it for the rest of our lives, we must rebuild civilisation.”

Tony responds with genuine disgust. “No, It can’t be; no more going out on a night out, taking some bird for a quickie, then waking up next to her friend in the morning, having to do the walk of shame.”

Adam says, “More like the Walk of Legends.”

They laugh like naughty boys up to mischief as they fist bump. Even the hiding Bobby has a smirk on his face.

George uses his finger to map out a plan on the table, pointing out places.

While saying, “Let’s go to explore the rest of Grafton after go back, from the top half, we can go through the automatic doors over here, if they are open. After going down a back alley that will lead us near Primarni; if you know where that is, then good, the only problem is we will be exposed, so cover each other backs.”

Hannah, the retail girl, begins doing the pee dance while she asks, “Are there toilets up there.”

George asks, Yes, they are up the escalator but they could be locked, let’s hope not. Anymore questions?”

Shane asks, “The hoard is..”

George stood up, leaning back to see around the corner wall of a woman’s clothes shop, cuts in saying, “Coming, everyone hides.”

Everyone scatters, hiding as the hoard trots back on the hunt for human flesh. Adam dives behind the counter, where Bobby greets him, still hiding with Tracy. Adam is lying on the ground, his eyes flickering between them. Bobby drags him towards them both; he has got to have some power to do that in his arm because Adam is not exactly a tiny geezer; after putting his finger to his lips, “Shhhh.”

The hoard is quick to pass but not without sniffing around like a s**t police dog hunting for drugs, finding nothing on their way through.

Everyone emerges from their hiding places; George, with the two ladies, walks back to the table, and Shane and Tony are the next to walk over to the table. George takes another cigarette out of his pocket after looking around.

He is asking, “Where is Adam?”

Tracy, in the middle of Bobby on her left and Adam on her right, emerges from behind the counter.

Bobby asks, “Bro, please give me a smoke; I ran out on my shift; I could smell your one earlier and nearly popped my head out.”

George chucks him the pack after he lights his cigarette.

He asks, “You have been there the whole time?”

Bobby takes a smoke from the packet after responding, “Yeah, since before the hoard first passed through.”

George passes him the lighter while responding, asking, “Okay, then you heard the plan?”

Bobby nods after lighting his cigarette and takes a drag after exhaling.

George says, “Good, up to if you want to come, keep the packet.”

Bobby puts the packet in his pocket after responding, asking, “Much Appreciated. You have somewhere to hold up?”

George responds, “Yeah, a restaurant on bridge street.”

Tracy excitedly says, “Let’s go then; what are we waiting for, nice food by the way.”

Tony looks smitten over Tracy as he responds, saying, “Took the words out of my mouth, and I hope the service was nice.”

Tracy shrugs, “It was good.”

They all take what they can from the fridge, stuffing their pockets, after going the way George said, back to the restaurant.

All of them make it back to the restaurant unscathed;they are waiting it out there, until the morning;,drinking, eating, and smoking until the sun rises early, around seven in the morning.

The police roadblocks around the outskirts of the town they have survived all night, containing the Z virus within; people that travel into the city's town centre to work, police and army are telling them to go home and wait inside their homes until further notice, the same for delivery trucks, not a single soul is being allowed in unless they already are in there. The roads need to be clear for the army to pass through.

They do clearing out every nook to cranny, making sure all the Zs are dead, all survivors rescued, and all dead disposed of correctly.

That's the end of the story, my friend.