Blogs of the Dead Pt 1

It was the tortured sound of metal tearing against metal in the street below that finally broke through Mikes alcohol fuelled slumber. A full bladder and eyes that seemed to not really want to open were his most immediate concerns though as he stumbled out of bed and into the party detritus strewn hallway.

Fortunately the bathroom wasn’t locked so his most immediate need was quickly attended too. The bathroom wasn’t too amazing but it had a bath and shower and the often chaotic cleaning rota seemed to help it stay reasonably clean. As Mike got to the job in hand his eyes vaguely made out a slumped body in the bath, it looked like Steph’s latest boyfriend Felipé, but then it could have been Tony Blair for all Mike could really see or care about.

A brief childish urge resulted in the baths current occupier receiving a shower that would have cost him fifty pounds if requested from Katie the working girl who lived in the basement flat. That the body did not move amused Mike even more, and after zipping up and washing his hands he wandered back into his room.

The world was now coming into focus and from the gaps in the curtains, it looked like it was going to be another drab London autumn day. As his vision was now returning so appeared the start of a raging hangover, but Mike was curious about the crash that woke him, also that there was little or no traffic sound. Considering that the flat was about midway along Warwick road, which was considered the busiest urban road in the UK a lack of noise was stranger even on a Saturday morning..or even an early Saturday afternoon as at that moment Mike noticed that his alarm clock read ‘13.03’.

Drawing aside the curtains gave Mike a view of London not generally seen in the movies, fields of roofs propagated with forests of TV antennas and Satellite dishes. Looking down Mike could see a couple of cars had hit a white van and the result looked pretty poor.
“Spooky!’ Mike said to himself as he also noticed a few cars had decided to leave the road and ploughed into houses that ran along the road. Besides that the road was empty.

Mikes stomach turned over and made various drain like noises, which wasn’t encouraging. Quickly he changed out of the gear he had slept in and put on something a bit more suitable for wandering around, grabbing his jacket he made sure that he had his phone and wallet and headed towards the kitchen.

If the hallway was a mess, the kitchen was worse, with the bin overflowing with cans and bottles and the counter tops covered with pizza boxes and plates that at some stage last night had held ‘nibbles’. The glass bowl with neurofen was still full so Mike grabbed a strip to have a couple, after he’d had something to eat. As he headed out of the flat he poked his head into the lounge which seemed now to be ground zero for the disaster that had effected the rest of the flat. Amongst the debris were three more slumped bodies, one wearing a lime green skirt that had ridden up during the night and was showing a fair length of leg. For the life of him Mike couldn’t think who that was and so left the flat.

Walking down the stairs to the front door Mike noticed a distinct lack of noise in the building, all he could think was that lots of people we recovering from parties held to watch last nights light show. As he reached the front door Mike caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror. His blond hair was pretty scraggy, too much stubble and when he turned to look his eyes were red rimmed pissholes in snow. Food and the more sleep seemed a very good idea.

Opening the front door meant that he got a full whiff of the leaking diesel and petrol coming from the car crash he could also hear what sound like a fire and there was also a burning smell in the air. And no sirens, in fact almost no noise at all.

Mike felt a rush of indecision, this was all a bit too much to take in his current fragile state but the need for food and an instant sugar fix overcame a need for feeling secure. So he moved off down the street and got about 10 meters before remembering the car crash. Hesitantly he turned around and almost did a 360 before steeling himself and walked slowly over to the mangled metallic mess. All three drivers were clearly dead, one was hanging half out of his windscreen. The van had a passenger and they looked pretty dead as well. Walking around avoiding the leaking petrol, diesel and blood, Mike could see that all three vehicles seemed to be filled with gear. Suitcases and the like.

It was clear that there was nothing he could do, so Mike pulled out his iPhone and dialled 999 only to get ‘All our operators are busy please ring again shortly’. Alone on the street next to the crash site mike couldn’t get it. No sirens anywhere and yet they were busy?! Mike flicked on Twitter to see what other people were saying….

TBC