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With no time to properly consider his actions Wilcox turned the bus as instructed The dark silhouette of the hotel looe in front of him

&039;Where?&039; he screauidance

&039;Just keepforward until&039;

He didn&039;t have chance to finish his sentence The low light and the constant criss-crossing movement of hundreds of bodies made the distance between the bus and the front of the hotel ie Tired and terrified, Wilcox jam through the front of the building Their velocity was such that the bus continued to move until the twisted metal and rubble trapped under its wheels eventually acted as a brake Eighty percent inside the building with only the last twenty percent of its rear end sticking out into the cold night, the bus ca halt in theed hopelessly in an ornate and long-since dried up decorative fountain No-one moved

&039;My back&039; Doreen eventually wailed fros full of clothes and other belongings

&039;Is everyone all right?&039; Proctor asked No-one answered &039;Is anyone all right?&039; he asked again, slightly revising his original question

Paul Jones shook his head and dragged himself back up onto his feet He looked across at Wilcox as trying to steht eye

&039;Nice driving,&039; he sneered

&039;Fuck off,&039; Wilcox spat

&039;Shit,&039; Elizabeth cursed from somewhere in the darkness behind theet out of here&039;

The sudden fear and desperation in her voice was clear for all to hear Without pausing for explanation the six survivors picked thes as they could carry, and moved towards the door at the front of the bus which Jones had already forced open He glanced down the side of the long vehicle and ie part of the hotel entrance had collapsed Although still partially blocked by the bus, there was now a huge, gaping hole in the side of the hotel where the main doors had once been Hundreds of bodies were already swar from outside

&039;Over here,&039; an unexpected voice yelled Barry Bushell stood at the bottom of the main hotel staircase at the other end of the vast, dust-filled and rubble-strewn lobby He gestured for the survivors to follow hiled to make him out at first Wilcox was the first to see him He ran across the room, closely followed by Doreen, Elizabeth and Jones

&039;Come on, Ted,&039; Proctor pleaded &039;Leave your stuff, we have tohis belongings and supplies Loaded up with bags and boxes he tripped and stumbled down fro,&039; he gasped, already out of breath &039;I&039;ll catch you up&039;

Proctor looked back at the other

&039;Just leave that stuff,&039; he shouted &039;We don&039;t need it&039;

&039;I need it,&039; Ha!&039;

Cos, drop your boxes and get your backside over here Haerously close behind hi across the floor of the hotel reception Already the bus had been sed up and surrounded, overcoht cover and devour a dead animal Proctor looked around to see that the rest of the survivors had all but disappeared Just Elizabeth re at the botto idiot!&039; screa, he was slowing down He was desperately unfit and scared He glanced back over his shoulder and, seeing how close the nearest bodies noere, he tried unsuccessfully to increase his speed again He couldn&039;t do it He couldn&039;t s move any quicker It was hopeless

&039;Move!&039; Proctor screaain as he nervously backed away and moved towards Elizabeth

Whereaspossible to cover the re difference between themselves and safety, Hamilton did not He was already exhausted and the staircase ahead of him seemed to stretch up into the darkness forever He&039;d never make it An eternal pessimist, subconsciously he had already decided that his number was up He made one last weak atte The distance still sees and boxes Proctor and Elizabeth watched helplessly as the bodies swarround

&039;Let&039;s go,&039; Proctor sighed Elizabeth was already on her way up the stairs Proctor turned and disappeared into the shadows after her Although he couldn&039;t see where he was going, he could hear the others&039; voices up ahead

&039;So what the fucking hell are you supposed to be?&039; Wilcox asked as they clihts up Bushell carried a torch with him which he used to check ith him It was the first time that any of them had been able to see him clearly He could see the puzzled expressions on their faces Suddenly self-conscious, he didn&039;t knohat to say He hadn&039;t needed to explain his bizarre dress-code to anyone else yet For a ood these clothes made him feel and hohen there was just a handful of people left nohat he earing was of absolutely no consequence to anyone

&039;I&039;m Barry,&039; he eventually answered, &039;Barry Bushell&039;

&039;So why are you wearing a dress?&039; Wilcox demanded

&039;Because I want to,&039; he answered factually

&039;You look lovely, dear,&039; Doreen said as she passed hiarette, she patted him on the shoulder and nodded her head upwards &039;This way, is it?&039;

&039;Just keep going,&039; he replied &039;I&039; in the suite on the top floor It was as far away as I could get fro on down here&039;

Doreen nodded and kept cliet and overco with Bushell and Jones as Elizabeth and Proctor finally caught up

&039;Where&039;s Hamilton?&039; Wilcox asked Proctor shook his head

&039;Didn&039;twith the effort of the sudden cliht&039;

&039;Shit,&039; Wilcox mumbled under his breath He shook his head and carried on up the stairs

The cli seehed down by their physical exhaustion and the bulky supplies they&039;d led to ress Eventually, several stops later, they reached the impressive top floor penthouse which Bushell had claih their appreciation of material possessions and the value of property had been massively distorted by the events of the last seven days, the sheer luxurious scale of the huge apartment still impressed all of theot here,&039; Wilcox hissed sarcastically as he gazed around the rooular dining table, others were sprawled out on a nearby sofa

&039;Shh&039; Elizabeth scowled &039;Leave hiot probleot problehed

&039;Lovely place,&039; Doreen agreed &039;Just think of all the famous people who must have stayed here Royalty? Filrunted