BITE by T.D Jackson (best novels for students TXT) 📖

repeatedly with a plank of wood the man then stood up and nonchalantly took off running to catch up with the main group the chopper focused in on the man lying on the street then pulled back a bit the creatures were only 30 meters away the man just laid there he rolled over and looked towards the dead he tried to get to his feet but stumbled and fell clutching his head the view reverted back to the studio before you could see the mans demise another expert wanted to give his opinion on why granny had decided to get up to have a stroll and then nibble on your elbow I was only paying half attention but I think I caught the words Gypsy curse I rolled my eyes got up and took a peak out the window. We had the TV sound off and subtitles on so I was not to worried about one of the things seeing me as long as I was careful. I pulled back the curtain a little and looked out there were 3 of them that I could see all male 2 were completely naked and middle aged the other was younger late teens early 20's not much younger than me dopey emo brown hair over his face remnants of a black t-shirt that had been shredded and a portion of his abdomen missing and faded jeans they were all looking at the house opposite mine and I saw a short balding fat man standing there at the window sipping coffee on the phone I could catch the odd yelled word from across the street something about the police. Idiot he was attracting them to his doorstep as if on cue they lumbered over to his front door and began to bang on it. This caused him to close his blinds I hoped it would not be to late for his sake. But the last thing that I expected was what happened next an old beaten up Land Rover pulled up and 3 large men dressed in jeans and black jackets jumped out two went straight for the door brandishing baseball bats the Vivens turned with almost a look of surprise on there face that there meal had come to them for a change the looks didn't stay for long as one of the men caved in the youngsters face with a baseball bat and then preceded to make quick work of the other 2. They left them there on the doorway only stopping to push something through the mans letterbox I called Ty and Jon over and we watched as the men proceeded to make there way down all the houses and post something through each letterbox. "A bill" Jon asked I laughed "either that or the bailiffs really want us to pay that council tax before the world ends" Our letter box went as well one of the men looked up at the window and saw us he raised up his bat and shouted "take back the streets" then the men jumped back in to the car and drove off. We moved away from the window I sat back down and Jon went downstairs to retrieve what ever had been posted through the letter box I could hear him swearing as he tripped over our makeshift barricade and again as he made his way back up. He stood in the door way reading a white a4 piece of paper he finished and passed it to me. It was a photocopied set of instructions listing various things bites infect people etc basically confirming most of the things about your stereotypical zombie. At the bottom though in Large handwritten red letters it said TAKE BACK THE STREETS and underneath a website address that simply said 12pm. We looked at each other and checked the time 8.25. We tried for the next few hours to take our minds off the end of the world by turning off the news and watching something else no luck there every channel had news we tried putting on an old Simpsons DVD but showed no interest and put the news back on.Eventually at about 10 to 12 I typed in the address and a plain black page appeared with a message stating Take back the streets and a countdown at about 8mins. None of us said anything we just waited for the timer to tick down. Then the screen changed and one of the men who had jumped out of the car earlier appeared the English flag behind him. He was a tall man just nudging over 6 foot shaved head in his early 30's wearing a grey muscle shirt that tightly hugged what was obviously a mountain of muscle. I got a text from Toby asking if I was on the site to i sent back simply yeah and returned my attention to the video. He just stood there for a few seconds as if trying to size us all up through what was obviously a cheap webcam then he spoke in a thick northern accent Geordie I think. My friends he started look out of your windows and what do you see? At the moment you may see none or 1 or 2 of these zombies why is that? London is dying places further North are burning and crumbling yet here we are in relative safety. A major hospital just round the corner has a mass outbreak and yet we only have a few dozen of these things spread out do you know why? He waited a few seconds as if waiting for some one to respond. I'll tell you why we have been lucky those things at the hospital had a load of options on ways they could go multiple junctions they could go down thinning them out over a large area fields and parks they will wander around in for days but our luck is ending I'm going to show you something the man dissapeard for a second and cut to a view of Tonbridge a nearby town I used to live there a few years ago the scene was of utter chaos the video was shot on a hand held camera and the person holding it couldn't keep it steady and you could see why hundreds of these things similar to sizes we had seen in London were making there way down the high street making there way in to shops trying to get through car windows ripping people apart on the pavement. Screaming crying moaning flooded the air along with the cameraman muttering oh fuck oh fuck. And this wasn't all of the Viven's the camera man zoomed in to the distance and you could see more and this looked like thousands slowly advancing down the street engulfing everything in there way. The view switched back to the man with the accent. My name is Mark Styles and this is what happened at 6pm yesterday. That was only 5 miles away from us I thought Mark continued. And this is what is happening now this was taken 1 hour ago. The camera switched again to a view of the bypass up the road from the high street. The creatures were making there way across the bypass there were so many that they were pressed against the guard rails. The cameraman ran to the left and zoomed in you could see the other end of the raised bypass now and there were more behind them those that did not get on the overpass simply walked or fell down the steep slopes at the side hitting the trees then at the bottom picked themselves up and proceeded to make there way across the the 4 lanes of the motorway and up the other side the number crossing the overpass did not compare to the amount on the motor way the number was staggering. The picture switched back to Mark. The zombies have run out of prey in Tonbridge they have skirted the out side of Southborough and are on course for Tunbridge Wells. We think with in the next 6 hours the main bulk of the horde will hit the outskirts of town. We cant hide anymore or wait for help to come cross our fingers and help some one else will do it for us it's time too stand up as he said this I swear someone started to wave the flag behind him God were not Americans. I went let those things take our town so everyone watching this get your shit in gear grow some balls grab something hard and heavy and meet me at the Welcome to Tunbridge Wells sign we will give them a welcome they will never forget and send there rotting arses back to the grave. The video stopped and then after a few seconds started to repeat. A forum with answers to questions popped up soon after, with typical gun ho lets kick arse responses along with the you are going to get yourself killed responses. Another feed popped up Showing the outskirts of Tunridge Wells I could see the welcome to town sign straight ahead it was on a t-junction to the left of the sighn behind a hedge was a large wine and alcohol warehouse ahead was a row of shops and to the right a small fire station. Mark obviously already had a few people helping the roads ahead and to the left were had been barricaded with cars the fire truck had been taken from the station and parked to the right of the front barricade judging by the large puddle someone had already been playing with the hoses. Just behind the barricades a man was taking the tops of bottles and dipping in rags probably petrol or Molotov's there was already a crowd of 20 to 30 people starting to gather but i cant say i would trust my life to them shirts off drinking a stella talking about how they had played resident evil they knew what they was doing blud. I muted the page and looked at Ty and Jon. The next 4 hours was a mix of indecision and arguments Toby called I put him on loudspeaker me and Jon both lit up a fag and continued. There were plenty of options stay put go fight or pack up and leave for somewhere safer while the Viven's Toby laughed when he heard that were slowed down by the defenders after a little while a decision was reluctantly made we would continue to watch the feed if a significant number of people turned up to defend we would go if not we would stay put for now. I can hear shouts outside now people are out in the street heading to the showdown the street seems to be clear of the monsters but that was only a few we are dealing with thousands. 4.30 I cant believe we are doing this I zipped up my coat and grabbed a cricket bat Jon followed me also grabbing a bat Ty would stay here Toby met us outside the corpses were still outside the other guys door. Toby was taller and bulkier than both me and Jon well over 6ft and a good 16 stone I remember making fun of him when he was little for being short and tubby but now it has evened out he was dressed in his leather coat and Jeans carrying a machete i called him an idiot when he got it jokes on me now Jon had a red hoody and jeans as well me in you guessed it jeans red high tops black coat it was not particularly cold but it was thick on the arms so if something tried to latch on I should have a second or two to react. It was a 2mile walk to the meeting point which was uneventful apart from having to step over the odd corpse.