Zombies Ate My Jaffa Cakes
Chapter
One: Dead To The World
Tasha
Achievement unlocked
25G – What The Fuck Am I Supposed To Do With
This?
Back before everything went to Hell, I
sometimes used to imagine I was living inside a computer game.
Don’t get me wrong, I
am fully aware of the difference between real life and fiction. It’s just
sometimes after putting in a hefty session on the Xbox with my housemate Beth,
I found myself looking at buildings and trying to work out how to climb them or
pretending the crowds of town centre shoppers were enemies to overcome. I’ve
lost count of the number of times I wished for a Renegade interrupt option like
Commander Shepherd in Mass Effect - some people really need punching.
People
told me on a fairly regular basis that I was wasting my time gaming and that I
should be getting on with more important things – like my university
coursework. Or housework. For some reason, important always seems to equate
with boring.
Then
everything changed.
Now I’m wishing I’d
spent more time gaming.
If
real life had achievements, I’m pretty sure I’d have unlocked a whole string of
them. Now I come think about it, the fact that we’ve found ourselves in this
situation at all is an achievement. It took real dedication to the student
lifestyle to pull this off...
There
was a loud banging noise coming from downstairs and something with a large
engine was chugging away in the street.
Normally
I would have tuned out all these unwanted disturbances and gone back to sleep.
One of my housemates could investigate what was going on and let me know if
there was anything to worry about.
However there was
also a god-awful wailing noise coming from somewhere. I really hoped it wasn’t
the smoke alarm. Reluctantly, I forced my eyes open and peered blearily at the
illuminated numbers on the alarm clock next to my bed. I stared at it for a
long moment as my still drunk mind struggled to comprehend the sheer horror of
what the display was telling me.
Fucking 5 am.
I am not a morning
person. Despite this, I have seen 5 am plenty of times. Admittedly this only
happened when there was a party or an essay deadline involved. I had absolutely
no desire to be awake at this time without a bloody good reason. What the hell was
that noise?
The pounding coming
from downstairs stopped. Now that I was a bit more awake, I could hear shouting
in the street outside. The voices were muffled by the double glazing so I
couldn’t make out the words. It was perhaps a bit late/early for people to be
coming back from the pub but it was not unheard of in this area of Portsmouth. Perhaps
it was the couple down the road having another domestic.
I briefly thought I
heard a child crying but dismissed it. It was probably next door’s cat having
another standoff with the urban fox that had been hanging around recently.
That bloody wailing
noise was still disturbing my peace. Finally I managed to kick my groggy
thoughts into gear and I placed the sound. It was a sodding air raid siren.
“What the fuck am I
supposed to do with this?” I mumbled, half sitting up in bed. There were no
sounds of movement coming from the rooms of any of my housemates. Either they
were all still dead to the world or they had also decided to leave it someone
else to investigate.
I waited a moment
longer to see if I was going to be granted a reprieve. Nope. It was no good, I
was going to have to get up and look.
I got as far as
throwing back the duvet when abruptly the siren stopped and with final
shuddering roar and crunch of gears, the vehicle pulled away. I groaned in
exasperation.
“About bloody time,”
I muttered as I collapsed back down and pulled the duvet up over my head.
Within ten seconds I was fast asleep again.
I woke again to find sunlight streaming
through a gap in the curtains. My mouth had that special dryness you only get
with a hangover and there was a banging pain in my temples. I knew I should
have had more water before bed.
I
glanced at my alarm clock, slightly afraid what it was going to show. It was
getting on for 1 pm, which was annoying as it meant I had missed Homes Under
The Hammer. I had intended to go to the library this morning to start on my
dissertation research but I wasn’t so fussed about delaying that as I had the
whole summer ahead.
Given
the size of my hangover, I decided that today’s plan should consist of slobbing
about on the sofa with tea and toast. A trip down the road to the local Co-op
was about as energetic as I wanted to get. Scrabbling around in the piles of
discarded clothing that littered my room, I dragged on my favourite pair of
jeans and a vaguely clean vest top and made my way downstairs.
I
met Beth in the kitchen as she was switching on the kettle.
“Awesome
mate, do us one as well would you?” I asked collapsing down on one of the
rickety kitchen chairs. I hadn’t really needed to ask. Beth had been reaching
for another mug the moment she had heard me walk down the stairs.
“How
you doing this morning?” I asked massaging my temples as I watched her drop tea
bags into our favourite mugs. Mine was the one with The Clangers on, Beth’s was
decorated with dragons.
“Not
too bad considering, bit of headache though,” she answered, her back half
turned to me, intent on her task. “Did we forget to do something last night?”
she asked, tapping her fingers on the counter as the kettle spluttered and
hissed.
“Like
what?”
“Dunno. Got this feeling like we were meant to
do something after the pub. Probably nothing. Pass us the milk dude,” she said
over her shoulder as she wrestled the lid off the sugar pot.
I
tipped my chair back slightly and opened the fridge behind me, pulling out
Beth’s carton of soya milk and the half skimmed stuff for me.
As
I passed them over, heavy footsteps came clattering down the stairs from the
top floor, the sound causing my headache to throb painfully. Without saying a
word, Beth reached for a butterfly covered mug as the kettle clicked off.
Jess
has some weird sixth sense for knowing when the kettle has boiled. She can be
fast asleep, properly sparked out, but the moment the kettle clicks she’s awake
and ready for tea.
“Morning
guys!” she said brightly, as she practically bounced into the room and sat down
opposite me. Despite drinking far more than Beth or I the night before, Jess
appeared to have once again dodged the hangover bullet.
“Hardly morning,” I
said, yawning. “And do you have to be so bleeding chirpy? It’s sickening.”
“Don’t blame me if
you feel like shite. I told you not to mix your drinks. Cheers mate,” she said
as Beth placed a steaming mug of tea in front of her. I stuck my tongue out at
her before picking up my own mug.
“What happened to Nat
last night? I text her when we left but didn’t hear anything back from her,”
Beth said as she sat down in one of the spare chairs.
“Don’t know,” I
mumbled, leaning back in my chair. Nat and I had never seen eye to eye. She had
taken an irrational dislike to me from the moment we had moved in. It started
with petty name calling but things had been getting steadily worse. Last month
back she had stolen my Clangers mug and last week she had scratched my copy of
Dodgy’s latest album. She said it was an accident but I wasn’t convinced.
Most of the time I
tried to ignore the fact that she lived with us, although I wasn’t above the
occasional act of petty retaliation when she really got on my wick. After the
CD incident, I had tipped a load of her really expensive toothpaste into her
similarly pricey conditioner making it go really watery. A small thing but it
made me smile.
“Did she even come
home last night? I tried looking for her when we got kicked out but it was a
right scrum by the door,” said Jess.
“Could always go up
and check in her room if you’re worried,” I said, innocently.
“Yeah, I’m not that
worried,” said Beth, fiddling with one of her many piercings. “She kicked off big
style when we did that before.”
“Last I saw of her,
she was chatting to that scrawny looking bloke at the bar. Maybe she went back
to his place,” said Jess, blowing on her tea to try and cool it to a more
drinkable temperature.
“That really pale
looking bloke?” I asked.
Jess nodded.
“I thought she had
standards. He looked like death warmed up,” I snorted.
“There was a severe
lack of anything hot at the Reg last night,” said Beth ruefully, still idly
spinning a silver hoop through the hole in one of her earlobes. Jess and I grunted
in agreement.
The Registry had
everything we wanted in a pub - great music, cheap booze and, usually, a really
good atmosphere. However, there had been hardly anyone out last night.
Hopefully things would pick up once term started again.
“Perhaps Nat’s got
that bug that’s going around at the moment,” I said, swirling the dregs of my
tea around my mug.
“Wrong time of the year for Fresher’s Flu,
ain’t it?” Jess asked, twirling a length of her brown hair around her fingers.
“Not like there are many students left in the city over the summer.”
Beth shrugged. “Never
seems to be a pattern to it.”
“Did either of you hear all that noise last
night?” I asked, rubbing my temples again. My headache was getting worse – I
was going to need my sure-fire hangover cure.
“Yep,” said Jess.
Beth nodded.
“Was hoping one of
you would get up and have a look.”
They both scoffed.
“Yeah right, like
that was going to happen!” Beth laughed.
“You’d think people
would have the common decency to keep the noise down at that time of the
morning,” I said.
“Some people are just
twats,” said Beth as she pulled a packet of tobacco from her pocket, fished out
a Rizla and started making herself a roll up.
“Deep dude, deep,” I
said and we clinked mugs.
“Christ, I’m
starving. Anyone fancy a bacon sandwich?” asked Jess, making to stand up.
“Good luck with that.
Nat ate the last of it yesterday.”
“Well that’s just
fucking rude.”
I pushed back my own
chair and stood up unsteadily.
“Not sure I can
manage a bacon sandwich anyway,” I said, crossing to my food cupboard. “I need
Jaffa Cakes.”
“Jaffa Cakes?” said
Beth, raising an eyebrow as she sparked her lighter and touched the flame to
the end of her cigarette. “You must be feeling rough.”
I pulled open the
cupboard door and stopped dead. There were no Jaffa Cakes on the shelf. I
stared at the empty space puzzled. I could have sworn I had left a box in
there.
“Ahhh, shit,” I said
slamming the cupboard shut.
“Problems?”
“Thought I had
another box left. Must have eaten them last night.”
“Yeah, must have,” said
Jess, just a bit too casually. A flicker of suspicion crossed my mind. Before I
could question her further, she got to her feet and began gathering the empty
mugs. Jess is incapable of leaving any sort of mess lying around for too long –
not that the rest of us minded.
“Well seeing as you’re
up, you can go down the shop and get bacon and Jaffa Cakes,” she said, sliding
an ashtray across to Beth.
“What? You’re stood
up as well. Why the hell do I have to go?”
“You know the rules,
first person to stand up goes down the shop.”
Crap. What was worse,
I had come up with that rule.
“Wait, didn’t you
stand up before? When you asked about bacon?”
“No. My arse didn’t
leave the chair.”
I did my best not to
sulk.
“You couldn’t get me
some baccy, could you?” asked Beth, removing a load of ash with a practiced
flick. I sighed.
“Fine. Anything
else?” I asked huffily, crossing to the money tin on the shelf and taking out a
£10 note and a handful of change.
Neither of them could
think of anything else but I shoved my phone in my pocket just in case. After
I’d managed to locate my trainers and found my keys under the sofa, I pulled
open the front door and reluctantly stepped out.
The sun was high over
head, baking everything. The bright light and the heat were doing nothing to
help my hangover. In fact I was so busy wallowing in my suffering that I didn’t
initially notice there was something very wrong with the scene in front of me.
As I got to the end
of our driveway and halted.
The street was
deserted. Our road was always fairly quiet but there were usually a few people
about at this time of day, even if it was only the creepy bloke who lived in
the house opposite.
The lack of people
wasn’t the only thing wrong however. A couple of houses opposite me were
standing with their front doors wide open. One had a smashed window. I dredged
up drunken memories from the night before. I was pretty sure if we had been
responsible for the broken glass, we would have heard about it by now. Why
would people just leave their doors open though? It wasn’t that hot.
There was a car
standing abandoned in the middle of the road with all its doors open. I could
see inside and the keys were still in the ignition. As far as I could see, all
the other neighbours’ cars had gone. The only other car visible was Jess’,
sitting on our driveway. The only movement was a small cluster of seagulls
fighting over something in road. One of them glanced over at me, there was an
evil glint in its eye and I looked away.
The pavements on
either side of the road were dotted with odd articles of clothing and pieces of
paper. At my feet, staring up at me, was a Ben 10 action figure. I stupidly
bent down to pick it up and regretted it as my head felt like it was going to
burst and the world spun around me.
Straightening up
didn’t help. My temples were pounding and it felt like my stomach was trying to
crawl up my throat. Dark smudges appeared in front of my eyes. I rubbed them
with my free hand. Worryingly the spots were still there – Perhaps this was a
sign I needed to lay off the booze for while.
I blinked and then relief
spread through me as my vision cleared and I realised I wasn’t seeing things. Further
down the road, there was actually a group of about ten people.
I took a couple of
steps towards them, intending to ask if they knew what was going on but
something stopped me from calling out. In the glaring sunlight, it was tricky
to see them properly but my gamer instinct, or possibly common sense, was warning
me that something was off.
Telling myself that
it was the hangover that was making me shake and not panic, I quickly walked
back up the drive and with a trembling hand, opened the front door.
“Hey guys,” I called
through to the kitchen, leaning heavily on the doorframe.
Jess lent back in her
chair and looked at me through the kitchen doorway.
“That was quick
mate.”
“I’ve not been. You
need to come see this.”
Jess disappeared back
out of sight and there was the sound of chair legs scraping on the laminate
flooring. I turned back to check on the approaching group, not willing to let
them out of my sight for long. A moment later, I heard footsteps behind me.
“What’s the...” Jess
started to ask before she noticed what was wrong with the picture in front of
us. Embarrassingly she twigged a lot quicker than I had but then she wasn’t
dealing with the hangover from Hell.
“Anyone else getting
a seriously bad vibe from that lot?” I asked, my voice cracking slightly. I
pointed to where the crowd were slowly creeping closer. Beth and Jess leant out
through the door and looked down the road.
Now they were closer,
we could see that they were stumbling along as if movement was difficult for
them. One of the figures at the front of the group was holding their head at a
very odd angle.
As we stood watching,
a loud moan echoed out, cutting through the still air. Instantly goose bumps
broke out across my skin and I shivered despite the warm sunshine.
My gamer sense was
definitely tingling now. I moved to one side as Beth stepped out onto the
doorstep to get a better look at the approaching mob.
“Well this lot can’t
be good,” she said quietly.
“Probably just a
bunch of pissheads,” said Jess, although she didn’t sound that convinced by her
own argument. I could feel my heart rate beginning to rise as all three of us
stood transfixed, watching the group move inexorably closer.
More of them were
groaning now. It was quite possibly the most horrible thing I had ever heard.
Their faces were deathly pale and their clothes were torn in places. They
looked even worse than I felt. Then I noticed the suspicious looking red
staining on their hands and clothes.
I was about to ask if
the others had seen it, when one of the group hefted what was undeniably a
human leg into the air.
“Fuck!” we said as
one.
“What the fuck are we
fucking going to do?” I yelled. I was far too hung-over to be dealing with a
group of murderous psychos and was rapidly heading for a full blown freak out. My
mouth was hanging open but I didn’t seem able to do anything about it.
I had always thought
that if confronted with a life-threatening situation, I would react in the same
way as I did when gaming. I’d remain calm and do whatever needed to be done to
get the situation resolved.
It was therefore a
bit of a disappointment to discover that this wasn’t the case. Still, I
consoled myself, facing down death in real life was a lot more terrifying than
it ever was in a game.
Luckily for all of
us, Jess had kept her composure. Reaching back inside to the bowl sitting on
the front room windowsill, she grabbed her car keys.
“Leg it!” she shouted
as she blipped open the central locking on her dirty white Peugeot. “We’ll call
the police from the car!”
Having her yell right
in my ear was enough to break me out of my trance. We might have been running
for our lives but some things are sacred. Beth and I looked at each other and
both yelled “Shotgun!”
Annoyingly Beth was
marginally quicker, so I ran around the side of the car and jumped in the back,
while she got in the front. Jess slipped into the driver’s seat and slammed the
key into ignition before turning it. The engine spluttered and died. Jess
laughed nervously and tried again with the same result.
The mob was about fifty
metres away and groaning louder than ever. The noise was making the hairs on
the back on my neck stand up. It was pretty obvious we had attracted their
attention.
What I wouldn’t give
for the Master Chief’s shotgun right about now. Desperately I searched the back
of the car for anything that I could use as a weapon. Unfortunately, Jess had
recently had a clear out so all I found was an AA map book, a half eaten Mars
bar and the sodding action figure I still had clutched in my hand. We were so
screwed.
“Any time now,” said
Beth, her fingers drumming nervously on the glove box, her attention fixed on
what was happening outside.
“Working on it,” said
Jess through clenched teeth as she turned the key in the ignition again. “Come
on you bitch, start!”
Thankfully on the
fifth attempt, the Peugeot’s engine decided that it wanted to play ball and it coughed
into life. All three of us breathed a huge sigh of relief as Jess crunched into
gear and backed off our drive way.
It was at that moment
we realised that the stereo was on and just what was playing.
It was the Scooby Doo
theme tune.
“What the fucking
hell is this?” Beth yelled as we tore off down the street.
Chapter
Two: The Other Housemate
Nat
Last
night
My housemates and I were down the Registry. I
hadn’t wanted to go but I knew the others didn’t want me there either. Any
opportunity to annoy them had to be seized.
I was regretting my
moment of pettiness now.
Everything was
pissing me off. The music was shite, the beer was shite and the company was
worse. The three fucking amigos had managed to get completely off their faces
on Carling, rum and red wine in record time. They were now laughing
hysterically at some inane joke one of them had made. As I watched, Jess fell
off the low stool she was sitting on, sending the remains of her rum and coke
flying in all directions. Predictably this set them off in new gales of
laughter.
Finally
I couldn’t take any more. Gulping down the last of my warm pint, I slammed my
glass down on the table and stood up.
“Oi!
Nat! Where go?” Beth slurred.
“Away
from you lot,” I said.
“Ooooh!”
they all chorused in mock offense.
“Shove
it up your arses,” I snarled as I made my way across the bar. This only made
them laugh louder. That hadn’t quite been the dignified exit I was going for.
The
Registry was nearly empty tonight. Normally this would have been a right result
as it meant you could actually get to the bar. However, it’s a bit of draw back
when you are trying to avoid your idiot housemates. I’d left my phone at home
so I couldn’t even find a quiet corner and spend the night on the internet.
Eventually, for want
of anything else to do, I got chatting to a bloke who was leaning heavily
against the bar. I say chatting. It wasn’t exactly the best conversation I’d
ever had. It was mainly me talking and him occasionally making the odd grunting
noise at vaguely appropriate moments.
To
start with, I was too pissed off to care about the lack of decent responses. As
the night went on, this became just too pissed as I was more than happy to
drink what he bought me.
Normally
chucking out time is 2 am. Tonight however, one of the bouncers started yelling
that it was closing time a lot earlier than usual. There was something else
about going home and waiting for an announcement but I wasn’t really listening,
as through the alcohol haze, I saw the three idiots stumbled off into the night
without giving me a backward glance. Obviously none of them gave two shits
about whether I got home safely. Not that I cared whether they did either.
As
it happened, things seemed to be going alright with the bloke I’d met. As the
bouncers gave us the hurry up, we both stumbled out one of the side doors and
into the balmy night air.
My
head was buzzing and I felt like I was in a bubble, separate from the rest of
the world. Somewhere at the back of my mind, I wondered if I was more than
drunk but I was too far gone to really care.
I took the guy’s hand
in mine as we crossed the road outside the pub, dodging the maniac taxi drivers
and the other pub goers who seemed in a real rush to get somewhere. The bloke’s
skin was oddly cool to the touch but I put this out of my mind as we found
ourselves a quiet corner in a shop doorway and set about getting to know each
other better.
I’m
going to blame the my inebriated state for the alarm bells not going off
sooner. They were however ringing loud and clear when the guy grabbed my
shoulders, pulling me closer before sinking his teeth into where my shoulder
met my neck.
Pain
seared through me and I screamed, instinctively planting both my palms firmly
on his chest and shoving him backwards.
“What
the fuck d’ya thing you’re doing?!” I shouted, pressing my hand to the bite. My
head swam as I fought the urge to be sick.
The
man was lying on his back with his arms waving in the air like some sort of
enormous beetle. He was groaning but I wasn’t sure whether this was due to the
fall or his general inebriation.
After the love bite
he had just given me, I wasn’t about to offer to help him up. Instead I
dispensed a swift, yet satisfying, kick to his bollocks, before staggering off
into the night.
“Arsehole,” I yelled
over my shoulder.
I thought about going
back into the pub to take a look at the bite but the heavy wooden doors were
shut by the time I had crossed back over the road. I didn’t have enough cash to
get a taxi back to ours and there was no way I was going to call a fucking
ambulance. I would never hear the end of it. There was nothing for it, I was
going have to walk and hope I didn’t pass out on the way.
Guildhall Walk was rammed
with pub goers. Everywhere seemed to be shutting earlier than usual. Even if I
had the money for a taxi, I would have struggled to get one judging by the crowd
at the rank. Horns blared and people shouted as scuffles broke out on the
pavement. I was too wrapped up in my own drama to give it much attention.
I made my way to the
top of Commercial Road when there was the sound of shouting and running feet. I
couldn’t pin point exactly where it was coming from as the sound was echoing
off the buildings, distorting the noise. It sounded like it was coming from all
around me.
Fear spiked through
me, sending a new jolt of pain through the bite.
“Fucking hell, what
else can go wrong tonight?” I muttered. I thought I saw shadows moving down
Arundel Street but they disappeared too quickly for me to get a proper look.
“I’m not gonna get
mugged or murdered, I’m not gonna get mugged or murdered...” I found myself
repeating this over and over as I hurried onwards, desperately hoping I could
make the words come true through sheer force of will.
There must have been a small spark of magic in
my mantra. Everyone I passed seemed too busy to give me much thought. There
seemed to be traffic everywhere, the headlights swirling dizzily before my
eyes.
As I rounded the last
corner and our house came into sight, I tentatively lifted my hand away from my
neck. My hand felt sticky and another wave of nausea crashed over me.
I was feeling really
light headed and not in a good drunk way. More worryingly I was veering from
hot flushes to the shivers even though it was a warm night. Just what I needed
to top this night off, catching some disease from a scum eating lowlife. I
really knew how to pick them.
I had been worried that
the others were still going to be up when I got home as I hadn’t been able to
come up with a convincing cover story. In the end, I needn’t have worried. The
house was dark and silent when I turned my key in the lock. The others had
clearly gone off to bed.
“That’s fine guys, no
need to wait up to make sure I got home ok,” I muttered through gritted teeth
as I slammed the door behind me. Fuckers.
My room is on the top
floor at the back of the townhouse we shared. I thought about stomping around
for a bit to try and wake the others up but by now I was knackered. The only
thing I wanted to do was crawl under the covers and sleep for a week. Somehow I
made it up to my room and collapsed down on my bed, all thoughts of checking
the bite banished by exhaustion. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.
I woke up to find it
was daylight. I’d fallen asleep without closing my curtains and I squinted as
the light was like needles to my brain. There was shouting coming from
downstairs followed by the slamming of car doors. After several false starts an
engine roared and tyres screeched as I assumed Jess pulled off our drive way.
The silence that
followed was a blessed relief. I had an absolutely banging headache, a powerful
throbbing that started at the base of my skull and ended behind my eyes. Simply
put, it was the worst hangover I had ever had.
Groaning, I turned
over and went back to sleep.
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