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Survival Part 8- The Picture House

Contributed by banjosandwitch on Monday, 16th May 2011 @ 07:35:54 AM in AEST
Topic: Event

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

Copyright Â© banjosandwitch ... [ 2011-05-16 07:35:54]
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