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"It was…now, let me think- the 26th of September, I think, but don't quote me on that. Of course, by now, there had been stories of murders and lunatics ravaging the country. Notice I use the word stories- none of us here believed them. Why should we? This is a peaceful little place, children playing on the streets and lemonade stalls dotted on every corner. We don't want no nightmares about blood thirsty maniacs ruining this atmosphere. But…oh, but but but. But, something happened. Louise Racken got back from visiting her mom in Washington, and at the coffee evening that day I heard from a little birdie that she had a bandage around her neck. Now, all of us there, we aren't no gossips, but I'll tell you this, she was known for being real…friendly. With fellas. So we passed it off. But then the next day in the store, she stumbled in, and I was like 'someone hit the Jack' but Ms Peacock from number 19 said that Louise was no drinker, but then she found Mr Robinson, and how she latched onto his neck! Now, I was all 'oh my God' but then blood started to stain his pretty white shirt, and she still didn't let go! Well, I'll tell you straight, I liked Louise, but there's a line, and she leaped over it! So I took a bottle of something off of the shelf (and if anyone tells you it was in my bag, that's just a big fat lie) and I damn right brought it down on Louise's blonde peach head. She stopped harassing Mr Robinson alright, but don't you know, Mr Robinson then started to come onto me! Seeing as Chuck would not appreciate that (thought I don't say I wasn't tempted alright), I pushed him away, but he just went crazy! So, I ran out of the store and I told officer Kowalski and I went home. And then… oh, wait…let me think…"
"Tina! Tina, get down here!" Ah, damn.
"I'm coming!"
"Stop talking into that god damn recorder and get down here! The truck's here!"
Goddamn Chuck. I love him through and through, but sometimes he is an asshole. I should have gone with Petra and Frank as soon as they offered, but this heart of mine is too soft, you know? Goddamn Chuck. As I walk out of the bathroom and down the stairs, I can see his face is screwed up like a dog's butthole. He hates to be kept waiting, and don't I know it!
"I'm here, honeypie. Take that expression off, that truck'll wait a couple of second for little old me, won't it?" Too late I heard the exhaust fumes kick out into the street, and too darn late Chuck ran out, waving his hands around like a headless chicken. God, it was funny.
"I don't know how you can laugh in a situation like this!" He rants over and over as I put little Hayley and Winston into the car an hour later.
"Not in front of the children, sweetie." My precious babes don't want to hear dirt like that, especially not from their father. It sullies them, and I don't want sinners for kids. Not yet, anyway.
"Don't worry, hon. We'll make it to the evac. point, no problem." I try to convince him, but he doesn't seem so sure. I don't know why he insists on inching the car round each corner and ignoring the red lights, but no one noticed. Because I can't see anyone anywhere, and everything seems to be a complete tip. Bins turned over, benches battered…
"Mommy, why is that man on the floor?"
"I don't know, sweetie. Don't look." I don't want either of my children to see the things this man was displaying. Nothing…private, if you know what I mean, but- these things I see through the window- they're red. Red, and long, and pink, and slimy and…
Luckily we move away pretty quickly. But now, at the back of my mind, a little niggle is growing.
As we turn the corner, I can hear something. And I feel something- a shaking. Screaming. Running footsteps-
"Mommy! What is that?!"
A huge ape creature, turning. The evac truck turned over and mangled corpses littering the street. I hear a door opening and Chuck's gone, and I look back, to tell Winston and Hayley to move, but they're gone, and it's only me in the car, and I can't move, and this ape, full of muscle is coming closer and it's a human, and the car is high above the ground and I feel a weight on my head and-
R&R always needed, next chapter coming soon. BP