Day 1
Darryl Braithwaite couldnt leave.
Since his piece of junk car broke down in such a catastrophic steaming way last week, it wasn't looking like he would be going anywhere soon.
Be nice to have the choice though.
Exeter City was on the news again, more people being attacked by ordinary citizens.
He even saw footage of a crazy old lady jumping on someone. What was her deal? Lost a coupon or something?
Then again, the little self-contained sleepout out the back of the Morman family he rented it from in Kenn was far enough outside Exeter City to be well out of the trouble, atleast 10kms.
So maybe he could
Even quieter than usual with the Benson family away for some Mormon "Conference", sounded more corporate than religious to Darryl.
The Village of Kenn was pretty quiet anyway, but 23 year old Darryl couldn't afford to live in the City. It was only luck that got him into the flat he was in.
Just enjoy your days off. Shift doesn't start till Thursday.
Game time then, turning on his game console, And i wont say no to a few lagers either. If the Internet was alright that is. Been a little glitchy today.
Day Two:
Darryl woke in the morning bleary-eyed and a little hungover.
He flicked on the tele, on mute to save his head, and jumped in the shower.
What will we do today Darryl-me-boyo? Like you have soo many options lol.
He could hear carhorns blowing from the Devon Expressway. Some accident he figured.
News was on when he got out of the shower.
Footage of rioting was on, of people running and traffic jams. Always someplace in the world where folks are unhappy Darryl thought. He wasn't really paying much attention. Looking at his half empty cupboards, toast was his best option today.
Better get to the shops tomorrow or I'll starve.
Darryl wasn't going to starve. Not before he used up the extra 20kgs of fat on him anyway. And at 5"9', 20kgs was alot.
He booted up his game console, only to get a No Network Available notice. Typical, has to happy on my days off eh?
A car raced up the street outside, followed by another.
The fuck they in such a hurry for. Who's ever in a hurry in Kenn?
He put some music on and loaded an old offline game and passed the day like that. Eating junk food from the cupboard, and instant noodles for dinner. A few more lagers put him to sleep before 10pm.
Day 2
The smash of vehicles colliding out in the street woke Darryl at dawn. The intersection with Gissons Lane I'll bet Darryl thought, as he pulled on his clothes and shoes to go have a look. Probably a drunk driver.
He walked of his property to see a car on its side a 100 metres away, another car pushed through a fence, and a lone figure standing in the street. Is that the driver? Not looking too steady on his feet, the drunk asshole.
The figure staggered towards the rolled car and fell to its knees, trying to get back in are ya mate? Don't think you'll get far.
Then the screams started. Not from the drunk man, but from a woman.
Maybe a passenger with him. Must be hurt bad.
Why is no-one else coming out to look?
Darryl broke into a slow jog towards the car, slowing down as he got close.
He could see the drunk guy halfway through the broken windscreen, holding on to something. The screams had stopped.
Maybe she blackout, like from pain?
" Uh hey. You alright mate? Need me to call an Ambulance or something?" Darryl's voice got the man's attention, he crawled back out of the car, knees scraping on the shattered glass.
As he stood up with his back turned, Darryl could see his blood hands.
When the man turned, Darryl took a step back in horror. Half the man's face was stripped to the bone.
And he was eating something. Darryl's eyes fell to the inside of the car, his view no longer blocked by the man.
A woman's body lay inside, her neck looked torn open.
Darryl toke another step back as the man growled and staggered towards him.
Run dumbass! Darryl's mind throwing his legs into action as he turned and ran.
Then dove to the side of the road as a speeding car raced past him, struck the drunk guy, and by some miracle threaded the gap between the two wrecked cars in a shower of sparks. The speeding car left behind paint and a crushed side mirror, but it's brakelights did not so much as flicker as it raced on towards the Expressway.
The drunk guy lay crumbled against the broken fence next to the second car, where the speeding car had hurled him.
Lay by the fence, but trying to get up.
I don't think that guys drunk Darryl. I DO think I'm gettin' the fuck out of here.
Darryl ran for his flat. Slamming the door closed behind him, too scared to look outside.
His eyes were drawn to the soundless pictures on the television, still on from the night before.
The picture showed aerial footage of a city burning, streets jammed with traffic, shuffling figures moving between the cars.
Footage of Exeter City.
Oh fuck me! You're in some real pretty shit now mate. You got yourself in a real zombie apocalypse you have. Oh fuck right off!