The entire city was in a state of confusion and panic. Survivors fleeing for cover, towards safety.
Around the streets, zombies attacked people without warning, biting through their necks, and munching on their intestines through their stomach for blood.
"Fuck all this!"
Outside the Pub, Will pressed on the unlock button of his car which elicited a double clicking sound from an old pickup truck.
Wiping his snort and spit of his mouth, Will had just placed a foot inside his truck when something landed right before him. He paused as he gazed at the thing which turned out to be a beautiful red shoe but dirty shoe.
Will frowned, and picking up the red shoe from the ground, he felt a slight sensation on his face as though drops of powder landing on his skin. His brows knitted in confusion as he he looked upwards.
Debris headed towards the earth in his direction like meteors. An entire engine section of a plane had been ripped apart from god knows where, heading towards his location with increasing velocity caused by gravity, fire blazing around it.
Will's expression changed drastically. Alarm clouded his face and he immediately abandoned his truck, running back into the store through the broken wall in fear of been crushed to bits by the debris.
BANG! BOOOOOOOOM!
A sudden, violent burst of energy, such as one caused by a bomb exploded outside the pub as the plane's engine dropped and blew.
The rapid combustion resulted into a violent outburst of heated pressurized air, blasting everything within a ten meter radius into flames.
Will was forcibly shoved, slamming against the tiny wall of the store room. He had been quite lucky he had been quick to react, otherwise he might have been crushed to death.
Cough! Cough!! Cough!!!
Ringing noises echoed in Leia's ears as she waved her hands to get rid of the thick cloud of dust as he struggled to his feet. He could barely see through the think band of dust and debris in the air. His chest began to tighten as he couldn't breath properly but as he brought the round neck of his shirt up to his nose, he was now able to breath well, without inhaling much dust.
Will's backed up against the storeroom's wall. He contained his breathing in order not to panic.
Rauuugggh!
Will could hear raspy growls and hungry moans sounding within the pub, but making his freeze slightly.
His heart began to beat erratically like a drum but he managed to calm down a himself down. He must survive for his mother's sake. If she could get to her mother, then everything would be tune again. The woman was a strong lady and under her mother's protection, Leia felt she would be safe.
She is currently at the hospital, supposedly receiving treatment from the doctors. Since her cancer had began to show signs of regression, responding to the chemotherapy treatment.
Due to this, her lifespan was no longer a month but instead increased to at least two to three months but since there was no money to continue her treatment, the chemotherapy had been halted until he deposited at least 10,000 dollars.
Will had no such money at hand and was working to make more for her treatment but with the chaos that was happening everywhere, there was no one to take care of her.
He needed to survive, survive and get to the hospital as fast as possible. His current priority was his mother and nothing else.
With this in mind he finally calmed down. At the shelf, there was a set of three darts and his cross shoulder bag.
Will took the darts, placing them in his hands as he wore his cross shoulder bag. Before him were several crates of beers and expensive bottle of alcohol.
"I hope Mr Atherstone doesn't blame me." Opening the top of a whiskey bottle, Will downed a quarter of the bottle before finally stopping.
The liquid burned directly at his lungs, and bit for some reason, Will was able to endure it without making a single sound. But from his scrunched up face, it was obvious he was feeling the effect.
Will froze as he saw a shadow growing bigger by the entrance of the store room. Peeping, he saw who it was.
It was Mrs Johnson. A regular customer of the bar. She would occasionally visit the bar with her husband and was a very gentle and sweet lady. But this Mrs Johnson didn't seem human anymore.
Her intestine was hanging loosely from her stomach down to the floor and her neck had been bitten through, bleeding profusely as she staggered towards the storeroom.
Will clenched his fist, his back against the wall. Quickly, he placed one of the darts on his finger. His right arm trembled and he leaned forwards, he flicked the dart immediately.
Whoosh! Squash!
The dart easily stabbed right into the left eye of Mrs Johnson, sticking out of the eye. But Mrs Johnson didn't go down as expected instead, she snapped her head sideways, spotting Will in the process, she immediately lunged at him, growling hungrily.
Putrid smell of stomach acid, blood and burnt flesh hit Will's nose and he almost panicked. Retreating in alarm, the he brought the other two darts between his fingers and stopped his movements. His thumbs moved right at the tip of the darts and his three fingers holding the two darts.
As Mrs Johnson was just a few meters away from him, Will made a punching gesture with his right hand and the two darts flew through the air.
Puchi!
One stabbed right into the left eye, while the other stabbed right above the dart impaled into the right eye.
But much to his disappointment, he only managed to damage her eyes, the dart was unable to stab through into the brain.
Mrs Johnson shrieked, and lunged at him, Will became panic-stricken. He thought with his strength now double, his finger strength would also increase, and allowing him to throw darts with even more power enough to penetrate the brain through the eyes. He was right, but his strength still wasn't enough to perform it.
Will was stunned, frozen in shock as the claw headed for him. One couldn't blame Will, he was just a young man and everything he had experienced, the blood, the explosion, the carnage was enough for his mind to shut down.
On reflex, Will raised his arm up to block. Dark substances grew from his pores, coating his forearm as Mrs Johnson's shark claw slammed into it.
BANG!
Will staggered backwards and fell to the ground unceremoniously. But the attack had jolted him out from his shock.
He quickly dove to the side, avoiding the claw stike headed for his chest as she passed by him. The bar shook as his back slammed against it. He quickly got up grabbing the bottle of whiskey that was a few distance away from him. Dark web stretched from his arm as it grabbed the bottle, pulling it into his palm, he smashed it against her head.
"I'm sorry Mrs Johnson."
BANG!
Shattered pieces of glass sprinkled across the room
Mrs Johnson staggered, falling face flat on the ground. Without hesitation, almost on instincts, Will climbed behind her, stabbing the sharp edge of the broken bottle right into her skull.
Puchi!