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change. The crazy boy simply did the same to his father as he had attempted with Bruce. This time the child’s jaws were rather more successful, driving hard into the man’s neck, piercing his windpipe. The man collapsed to the ground immediately, his hands cupping the gaping wound, but it was too late. A quickly expanding pool of blood was gathering from around his writhing body.
    “Wayne!” shouted the mother.
    She ran to his side, but he couldn’t respond with anything more than a deathly stare as he gasped for air. She shot a look of disgust at her son, no longer showing any signs of concern for him.
    “What have you done?” she cried.
    The crowd could do nothing but stare in utter amazement at the situation. The boy staggered towards his parents, blood pouring from his mouth.
    “Stay away from us!” she shouted.
    He didn’t stop. The mother put her right arm out to stop the boy, but he simply took hold and bit into the exposed flesh. The mother reeled in pain. Before Bruce could respond, the boy had driven his teeth in to the woman’s neck, the same way he had her husband. Seeing the dire situation before him, Bruce slipped his steel gauntlets back on, full well appreciating what good his armour had already done him.
    As the woman tumbled to the ground, Bruce grabbed the boy by his shoulders and threw him aside, away from the woman. He looked down at the bleeding mother and realised she was done for. Bruce looked back at the boy he’d thrown to the ground, the frenzied lad was already back on his feet and stumbling towards Bruce. Now without hesitation, he stood and drove his plate metal gauntlet in to the youngster’s face. The sharp edged metal finger sections of the glove drove through the boy’s soft skulled head, imbedding a couple of inches in. The result was nothing short of a car crash effect. Putting his other hand onto the boy’s lifeless body, he drew the blood soaked gauntlet from his face.
    Without warning, Bruce was struck across the head with a baseball bat. One of the nearby stall holders had rushed to the scene to see three dead bodies and a blood soaked man, and rushed to the obvious conclusion.
    Bruce came back to consciousness ten minutes later. He was lying flat out, his two friends looking down on him. Water dripped from his face, an attempt by his friends to wake him up. Blood dripped from his head from the strike he’d taken. Looking around, he was in the toilet block that he’d been in earlier in the morning.
    “Hey mate, he’s back!” said Connor.
    “Bruce, Bruce! Come on, mate,” said Dylan.
    Bruce turned and got to his feet with help from his two friends, still feeling a little unsteady, he rested back against a sink.
    “What the fuck is going on?” asked Bruce.
    “You tell us,mate,” said Dylan.
    Looking around, Bruce could see that the door to the toilet room was shut and that two other people were in there with the three friends. One was another re-enactor, Christian, a fairly new member to the group. The other man was a member of the public.
    “What are we doing in here?” asked Bruce.
    “When you were knocked out everything went to shit,” said Connor.
    “That couple came back to life and started biting people,” said Dylan.
     “What do you mean came back to life?” asked Bruce.
    “Exactly that, mate. They bled out, and then a minute later were on their feet,” said Dylan.
    Bruce shook his head in astonishment, lost for words. He turned around to look at himself in the mirror, now more a mess than he was during his last visit.
    “What do we do now?” asked Connor.
    “Well what’s happening out there?” asked Bruce.
    “Those people that died and came back, they’re wandering around and biting more people, that’s why we are held up here,” said Dylan.
    Bruce stumbled over to a small high window to look out at the carnage. A few dozen of these walking dead were clearly visible, staggering around before him. A line of cars from the entrance to the