It’s him, standing as straight as a plank, head starring up into the sky right into Chris’ eyes. His poor friend’s eyes locked on him, with blood searching for the quickest path down his face onto his shoulders.
Chris couldn’t break the gaze, like some sort of sadistic staring contest. Jez looked back, his mouth slowly dropping open, revealing his deep red teeth. He released a scream so piercing Chris grabbed for his ears and covered them. He flinched momentarily before realizing that he needed to know where Jez was. He looked back over the edge. Gone. No, there. He was bounding up the rickety steps that don the side of the crane, Chris started to panic and frantically hunted around the cab for something to defend himself, only finding a lunch box and a radio.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
Jez was racing up the steps like he was running along a road. The sound of boots striking metal, got louder and louder. Chris was trapped. Jez jumped up onto the gangway outside the cab door and immediately started thrashing his fists on the door windows. Chris sank back into his chair, he could see Jez’s fists crack and bleed under the pressure of the strikes being thrown at the windows, leaving large red smears all over the glass.
“Jez, please don’t, it’s me, please, please.” Chris started to sob.
The door cracked and the window shattered in a shower of glass. Jez released a triumphant deafening scream into the cab. Tears rolled down Chris’ face as Jez crawled through the window. He raised his legs and started kicking like a child having a tantrum. He landed several blows to Jez’s head which had little effect but to hold off the inevitable. He had soon sunk his finger nails into Chris’ calves. He cried with pain as blood seeped through his jeans and excrement filled his jeans. Jez soon had Chris pinned to the chair, one hand around his throat, the other ripped at Chris’ stomach like a child with a Christmas present, soon revealing bare flesh.
“Please Jez.” Chris pleaded.
It was to no avail as Jez sunk his teeth into Chris’ chubby belly, blood jettisoned from the quickly gaping wound in Chris’ flesh as he let out a desperate and painful scream. Jez engaged himself on intestine, tearing at entrails and skin. Chris fell quiet and slowly drifted into unconsciousness, never to wake again. Jez lowered his hand from Chris’ throat, instinctively aware that his Prey had succumbed to his fate, and started snapping ribs and tearing at his chest cavity to expose Chris’ major organs, breaking several of his own fingers in the process.
Chris’ empty carcass lay limp in the chair. Jez raised from his meal and crawled out of the cab onto the gang way. He stood upright staring off towards the approach road. Screamers on the road ever increasing in numbers still stood entranced facing up the road, unfazed by the crane buffet. Jez raised his head to the horizon. Large cuts down his face, sliced by Chris’ splintered rib cage, hardly noticeable under the mask of flesh and blood.
On the horizon lay the lights of buildings, lots of buildings, sirens resonated across the low misty sky, blending with the inseparable ambient noises of city life. Suddenly the monstrous statues screamed long and loud in grotesque unison as they sprinted towards London.
Chapter Two
“Passengers boarding at Hitchin, welcome aboard the East Coast Trains service to London Kings Cross. Next stop Stevenage.”
The intrusively loud recorded announcement boomed around the empty carriage. Zac flinched in his seat and scanned the rickety train as his eyes sprung open, waking him from his broken sleep. A red imprint on his right cheek, from where
Chris couldn’t break the gaze, like some sort of sadistic staring contest. Jez looked back, his mouth slowly dropping open, revealing his deep red teeth. He released a scream so piercing Chris grabbed for his ears and covered them. He flinched momentarily before realizing that he needed to know where Jez was. He looked back over the edge. Gone. No, there. He was bounding up the rickety steps that don the side of the crane, Chris started to panic and frantically hunted around the cab for something to defend himself, only finding a lunch box and a radio.
“Shit, shit, shit.”
Jez was racing up the steps like he was running along a road. The sound of boots striking metal, got louder and louder. Chris was trapped. Jez jumped up onto the gangway outside the cab door and immediately started thrashing his fists on the door windows. Chris sank back into his chair, he could see Jez’s fists crack and bleed under the pressure of the strikes being thrown at the windows, leaving large red smears all over the glass.
“Jez, please don’t, it’s me, please, please.” Chris started to sob.
The door cracked and the window shattered in a shower of glass. Jez released a triumphant deafening scream into the cab. Tears rolled down Chris’ face as Jez crawled through the window. He raised his legs and started kicking like a child having a tantrum. He landed several blows to Jez’s head which had little effect but to hold off the inevitable. He had soon sunk his finger nails into Chris’ calves. He cried with pain as blood seeped through his jeans and excrement filled his jeans. Jez soon had Chris pinned to the chair, one hand around his throat, the other ripped at Chris’ stomach like a child with a Christmas present, soon revealing bare flesh.
“Please Jez.” Chris pleaded.
It was to no avail as Jez sunk his teeth into Chris’ chubby belly, blood jettisoned from the quickly gaping wound in Chris’ flesh as he let out a desperate and painful scream. Jez engaged himself on intestine, tearing at entrails and skin. Chris fell quiet and slowly drifted into unconsciousness, never to wake again. Jez lowered his hand from Chris’ throat, instinctively aware that his Prey had succumbed to his fate, and started snapping ribs and tearing at his chest cavity to expose Chris’ major organs, breaking several of his own fingers in the process.
Chris’ empty carcass lay limp in the chair. Jez raised from his meal and crawled out of the cab onto the gang way. He stood upright staring off towards the approach road. Screamers on the road ever increasing in numbers still stood entranced facing up the road, unfazed by the crane buffet. Jez raised his head to the horizon. Large cuts down his face, sliced by Chris’ splintered rib cage, hardly noticeable under the mask of flesh and blood.
On the horizon lay the lights of buildings, lots of buildings, sirens resonated across the low misty sky, blending with the inseparable ambient noises of city life. Suddenly the monstrous statues screamed long and loud in grotesque unison as they sprinted towards London.
Chapter Two
“Passengers boarding at Hitchin, welcome aboard the East Coast Trains service to London Kings Cross. Next stop Stevenage.”
The intrusively loud recorded announcement boomed around the empty carriage. Zac flinched in his seat and scanned the rickety train as his eyes sprung open, waking him from his broken sleep. A red imprint on his right cheek, from where
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