24 August 2012
The flickering flames of the burning buildings lit up the street in a wash of yellow and orange. Drake turned round and had one last look at the prison that he never thought he would leave alive. A huge white washed building with a ten foot high wall surrounding the perimeter complete with razor wire and guard towers at every corner but there were no guards guarding tonight. With Lucy Lou clenched in his fist and a twisted grin on his face he headed towards the town.
It wasn't long before he was seen. Well a six foot five man built like a mountain carrying a pipe a yard long with a crudely spiked end was hard to miss after all, even on a normal day but this was no normal day. Drake could see figures sprinting towards him emerging out of the darkness. Drake just kept on walking. The first person to reach him was a women. Hair in a tangled mess shirt ripped open with her breasts exposed and a look of pure evil on her face that was covered in a mixture of dirt and blood. One swing of Lucy Lou to the head was enough to end her running days, followed by Drakes favorite means of disposal, a heavy stamp to the neck. Drake even managed a laugh when he see who was next to approach. A man, in what remained of a police mans uniform. Lucy Lou found his head with an almighty whack that almost severed his head from his shoulders, no need for a neck stamp here. But they kept on coming one after the other, Lucy Lou was singing.
The madness seemed to be attracting others to the party. If they all concentrated on Drake even he would of fallen but they seemed just as happy to attack one another. The weak were the first to go down and were quickly set upon by hordes of people clawing and biting there faces and any flesh on show. Drake fault his way through with barely a scratch to himself but even Lucy Lou was looking worse for wear. When he reached a clearing he turned to see the mass bundle of people lit up by the flames of the buildings still fighting. He thought for a moment weather he should wait to see who would be the last man standing in this bloodbath but he still needed that drink he had promised himself. He rolled another cigarette and headed for the town looking for a pub. 'Just your average day in paradise' he joked to himself.
Dead End Part 4 • Opuss № I