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halt several feet away from Jim who just stood for a moment looking at the slightly comical image in front of him. An overweight pissed off commuter lying face down after a massive face plant with his kegs round his ankles. The body twitched and the guy started to get up.
    “You ok buddy? You took a nasty tumble there.” The guy’s head snapped up and Jim saw the extent of the damaged. Half of the skin on his face had been grated off and his jaw was hanging loosely, obviously broken. But what caught Jim’s eye were this guy’s eyes the pupils were normal but he had no iris, no colour to his eye at all. He started growling at Jim as he got up.
    “Could it be?” Thought Jim as he took a step back “The start of the apocalypse?” Jim decided this guy looked like a Monk that had seriously lost his way. Monk was nearly on his feet again and tried to step forward once more, he fell again but pants ripped with the force and freed his legs. Once again his face bounced off the ground and Jim saw his nose explode over the ground with a crunch. Monk didn’t even seem to notice as he crawled to his feet once more. This time there was nothing stopping him and he ran the few metres between himself and Jim. Jim was ready for him with his weapon up and jabbed him with the blunt end in a hope that he’d snap out of it. It didn’t work. He came back for more and Jim took a hearty swipe this time knocking him down and popping an eyeball out. Monk’s face was a complete mess. His face had little skin left, his jaw broken and his eyeball was hanging loose from its socket. He still looked straight back up and came back for more. Jim took a downward swipe at his head and he hit the floor hard. He followed it up with 2 swift smacks that cracked his head open and exposed his brain. There was now a matted pinky-red mess all over the back of his head.
    Jim wiped the tyre Iron clean on Monks shirt and climbed in the car. He needed to get home. Get his boy, get his weapon and get to safety. He turned the key and reversed out of the car park. He didn’t even look where he was going. There was no traffic. No human traffic anyway. He pulled up outside the Chinese takeaway around the corner and, taking the tyre iron with him, walked the short distance on foot. Jim immediately saw a problem. The kitchen door was smashed in and covered in blood. There was a dead body on the floor just inside the door. Jim moved very slowly to the door and checked the body, rolling it over in the process. It was the same as the other one. No iris. There was bite marks on his neck and his head had a morsel of meat holding it on. The bite marks were not human though. They looked like dog bites.
    “Rube!” Shouted Jim as he began to panic. “Come here boy.” To his relief he heard the scatter as he ran along the dining room floor and down the stairs. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he realised something was wrong. Rube had a chunk of his ear missing and had the same eyes as the two bodies. He had flesh hanging from his jowls and was pacing forward, eyes fixed on Jim, snarling.
    “Rube, No! Not you buddy. Please.” Jim began to well up. Not his boy. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t kill his dog. He loved him more than anything in this world. Rube lowered his head and prepared to pounce. Tears were streaming freely down Jim’s face now. “Please Rube it’s me. It’s Jim, you’re my boy, don’t do this!” He held his weapon ready. Rube pounced, aiming for his neck. Jim rammed the tyre iron sideways into his mouth and span it round sending rube flying into one of the glass cabinets, shattering it and showering him in glass. Rube let out a loud yelp and Jim forgot himself for a moment and stepped forward to help him, tears still flowing freely, still babbling for him to stop. He couldn’t do this without his boy at his side. Rube recovered quickly, jumping back to his paws, his back right leg was badly broken and it was bending as he stood on it