The whole of the world had gone to pot. And to make matters worse, Doug was stood in a room with a Ukrainian Bride, a three year old, a chav and the man that ruined his life. Doug took a deep breath and surveyed the tiny concrete bunker that they were in.
"Yob lad this is some messed up shit" The chav said. He had dark skin, and wore loose baggy jeans with a hoodie. "Let me smash them mother fuckers up!"
The little boy sat on the floor, his eyes wide. Doug went over and picked him up. "Do you wanna mind the language please!" he snarled at the chav.
"What then?" the chav said aggressively, standing up.
Doug was about to punch the chav when the Bride gave a sob. She was stood there in her wedding dress, her long brown hair with blonde ends perfectly curled, her veil tucked neatly behind her head. Doug noticed mascara trails on her cheeks, and five bloody handprints on the left hand side of the dress. She looked in deep shock. Doug wasn't surprised. The world was filled with Zombies, and they had been lead down to this bunker in the basement of the hotel he was staying at, and had just seen two army men mauled to death by the undead.
Doug attempted to break the ice. "I'm Doug" he said calmly.
"Tate innit" the chav said.
"Stuart" Stuart said, with an evil grin. Oh how Doug hated that man. He had ruined his business, and had stolen Doug's wife the previous year. Not that it mattered much, for she had just had her legs ripped off.
"Tom" The little boy in Doug's arm said, momentarily distracting Doug from Stuart.
"And what's your name?" he asked the bride.
"I" she said, placing a hand with perfectly manicured nails on her heart. "Zlata" she said. She had a thick Ukrainian accent.
Stuart made a funny noise. "Oh great" he moaned. "End of the world and I'm trapped in a room with a fucking pole, a chav and a twat, what could be better?"
"I Ukrainian" Zlata said indignantly.
"Oh you wonna start a fight do ya?" Tate shouted at Stuart. "Come on white boy, shove it if ya can!"
Tom gave a frightened cry, and Doug sat him on the table.
"Please guys, let's keep our cool for a minute. We need to think seriously about this"
"Oh fuck off" Stuart said. "Who put you in charge you tosser?"
Doug could feel the anger rising inside of him, but he kept his cool. "We have got to get along if we are going to survive, the whole city, if not the world has gone crazy, and we have to work together! There are no supplies here, and we only have a small wooden door keeping them things out"
"We go to Airport" Zlata said. "Planes there, we fly away"
"That's good" Doug says. "But how would we get there?"
"We jack a car" Tate said, just as Stuart said "call a taxi"
A load explosion from somewhere across the east side silenced them all.
"We can't sit here, that's a fact" Doug said. "We arm ourselves, and we leg it, ok?"
The men all exchanged glances with one another, before nodding. Tate pulled a gun out of his pocket and loaded it.
"What blad?" he said, seeing everyone's confused faces. "I gotta protect mah self when im in the hood"
Doug handed Tom to Zlata. "Hold onto him tightly" He said. "And follow Stuart. I will be right behind you"
She looked awfully pale, but nodded anyway, and held Tom tight.
Tate kicked open the door to the basement, and they began their trip into the unkown.