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door.

 
    All four examined the
movements of the figure. It was a large man who appeared to be moving purposely-
certainly not the movements of a zombie.

 
    “It's Andy the arcade
manager,” breathed Jordan, having already decided on letting him in, and had
opened the door quietly as Andy fell right through it.

 
    “Thank fuck for that,” said
Andy “I...I...I couldn't think of the ..the .. bloody door code. Please tell me I'm dreaming this!”

 
    “ Sos '
mate, no can do,” offered Scott. “Have you got any blood on you? Either yours
or anyone else's?”

 
    “ Er ...
no, none at all,” he answered, sensing the seriousness of the question and
casually moving his left leg behind his right thus hidden from sight.

 
    “Right then, Andy. Grab a
chair leg off the desk and let's go”

 
    “No way- No how! I ain't
going back out there. It ain't happening!”

 
    “We haven't got time for this
cowardly shit,” announced Jordan “You stay here with the other wuss. Hasta la
vista, babies!”

 
    Suddenly the door was opened
and, led by Jon, the newly forged alliance left the relative safety of the
little room and crept out into the unknown.

 
 
 
         

He who dares wins

 
    Stealth was the word of the
day and the four men moved silently and carefully and with one hundred percent
concentration. Every fibre of their bodies was tuned in to the situation, their
senses were heightened and their breathing was shallow...............except for
Jordan!

 
      From out of the corner of his eye he saw it.
It was right there in front of him. He stared at it knowing full well that this
would not end well.

 
      There were two cherries on the line and one
cherry above them and the nudge button was flashing like a pretty girl winking.

 
      His heart began to palpitate as he realised
that whoever had been terrorised into leaving this machine in this condition
had been on the very cusp of bagging the £500 jackpot, something Jordan had
been dreaming about for a very long time.

 
      With the end result being a foregone
conclusion, Jordan decided to get it over with quickly and with as little fuss
as possible. There was no way he could just walk away from this situation
without pressing the nudge button, even if some folks around here had gone
stark raving crazy! He waited until Jon, Scott and Ant had reached the very
edge of the arcade and were about to enter the gory battleground.

 
      Then he just did it. Just like that. With no
warning and no regret, he just scratched that itch. Bang! His hand hit the
button as he knew it would. His mother had always told him that his
uncontrollable impulses would become his downfall; but would he listen? Oh
sure, he felt bad for the others; but there was nothing he could do!

 
    The noise that came out of
the machine sounded on par to that of a freight train. It stopped the three
silent ninja-like men in their tracks as they turned their heads in mute horror
towards a sheepish looking Jordan and a machine that was announcing to the
world in the loudest possible way that a jackpot had indeed been won!   And then the coins began to pump out.

 
      Jon looked at him and shook his head “You
have to be kidding me!” he said before following up with “RUN!”

 
      The pounding of the machine as it spewed it's
five hundred coins all over the floor, together with the loud WAAAA !WAAAA !WAAAA! sound that blared
from out of the speakers, not only began to attract the vile outer casings of
what had once been rather nice and sane people, but also managed to drown out
some other hideous noises that were coming from inside the little office.

 
      If any security footage were to be viewed at a
later date it would show Andy rolling up his trouser leg to inspect a rather
nasty and bloody wound. It would then show him appear to die, as a startled,
bound and gagged Bryn looked on. One can only imagine poor Bryn's horror, as
right there in front of