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[title] => Survival Part 8- The Picture House
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[bodytext] => Survival Part 8- The Picture House Tomhas took point as we travelled I took the rear, the girls’ in-between Took left and right flank We where a team mate short our packs where heavier We needed to rest more I saw them coming from the rear Let’s get to some high ground and dig in We headed to the Picture House Cinema We barricaded the door and sat tight They came thick and fast It was like a rush for the new Harry Potter film or something As though they had not enough seats and to many customers wanting in I remember seeing a movie here and it was a zombie flick to boot How ironic that life imitates art Or is art a gateway to the future? I think it was, Dawn of the DEAD the movie Come dawn the next day I hope I’m not un-dead I knew the cinema I told the others We can let them in and usher them into the main viewing rooms The idea was to make them follow us into the room and keep them there We would then have time to make an escape from the city with less around to attack us Running through the cinema chased by zombies, stumbling and slathering They chased us into the large auditorium called screen one We locked so many in the room and headed towards the entrance I noticed butane cylinders for the hotdog machine I dragged one and Tomhas dragged the other We turned them on letting gas escape We barricaded the main door They where trapped and we could escape We watched from a far as they realised we had tricked them They where dead but still some how had some residual function With one shot Tomhas hit the butane An explosion of epic proportions Gods would have smiled in wonder That was the last picture show at the Picture House Let’s get the hell out of here, said Eve We’ve out stayed her majesties welcome Let’s head north I here Cardiff is nice, said Kalista I’d like to see Liverpool, birthplace of the great northwest poet and writer banjosandwitch and The Beatles, Tomhas said To be continued….. By banjosandwitch 23/04/11 Copyright © banjosandwitch [comments] => 0 [counter] => 80 [topic] => 51 [informant] => banjosandwitch [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Event )
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