What happened next

the fascinating hole in the ground and its cast of misfits remained the focus of our omnipresent narrator whose impulse to intervene had become so overwhelming that he failed to mention the double decker bus that squealed to a halt, oil those breaks, and disgorged a swarm of literally faceless business suited zombies. Where the everyday folk have features they had nothing only skin. Of course they were silent but it cramped their style as they couldn't eat anyone's brain although drawn to the group around the hole by the delicious intellect thus far revealed. They staggered forwards, backwards sideways and into each other in a delightfully grotesque effort to get close to the source of the brainwaves lighting up their non-existent antenna for eyes they had none and their sixth sense was

then marching down the road came a young lady, dressed to kill, her IQ was off the scale, she was quickly followed by

a man behind her who looked like a buffoon, 'keep up clark' she shouted behind at the poor man carry several hard back books. 'Ah teacher' she said 'I found the books you require'. 'Thank you Miss Hufford' the strange teacher replied 'come along Clark, Mr Cedric hasn't got all day'. Clark almost tripped passing the tower of books to Cedric. 'Thank you so much' he replied and Miss Hufford tapped him twice on the shoulder and he realised he was staring at Melissa who looked confused. 'Where did you just pop up from and what are all those books you found?' she said. Cedric realised he was back in the present in the house with Melissa and Bertha.

The zombies kept on milling, their ears were unaffected so the word books on top of their brain hunger melted their hearts and all the flesh that was left to them and they subsided into piles of dust. The books had been rescued from a book burning organised by the ever right moving government and

was something that ordinary people needed to resist in as many ways as they could devise, even if such gestures seemed small and futile. Cedric sighed, "Oh it's just the sort of thing I've come to expect these days", he said. Up until now, Mellisa had tended to go along with what the others had said and done. Now she was becoming irritated. "Which one?", She asked firmly, pointed at the pile of slightly charred books...

Cedric let his shoulders sag and bit his lip: everything is hopeless what does it matter which one, what does any of it matter.Hang on a moment while I pull my self together. He pulled in his stomach, lifted his chin, suck out his chest and stood up tall like daddy's little soldier. 'I hadn't realised I let so much of me flop about' he snapped. 'You tell me which one.' Glaring he

he was tired after the long days of running and fighting to save the human race of the undead and supernatural forces. Melissa looked at Cedric he looked older because he was warn out and she took a deep breath, 'We're all tired and need some rest' she said looking at Cedric as he slumped on the old tired sofa. 'I'll go and put the kettle on for some tea and see what is in the cupboards for something eat'. She turned on her heels and headed for the kitchen.

Bertha spied the half charred books. Philistines. Even the other-worldly were disgusted. How dare they? "Us so-called half-life have been trying to decode for the millenia. The funny squiggles, the lines, the rounds. Previously the so called human race had cherished them, kept them in wooden cases and emporiums, and pored over them with such contentment. Why were they suddenly casting them aside and chucking into the fires, the very artefaccts that had given them such pleasure. Even the grey suited, antennaed had grasped scrolls of marks in their hands. Maybe this amorphous entity with their collective thought waves have more wisdom than these so-called higher beings. Cedric, eyes askance felt shame. So did Bertha and melissa. Even the Victorian school teacher hung her head. Some sort of collectivee guilt. Suddenly William de smythe appeared- he had met lower life at the Old Dog and Duck. "What,s happening here?" he enquired. He sensed the....................

disgust in the atmosphere, Cedric smiled 'long time no see my dear friend' Bertha smiled to Melissa ' He was Cedric's partner in crime when they where younger in school' Bertha looked at Melissa 'If anyone can help us, he can!'. Positivity filled the room.....

William de smythe doffed the ostentatious wide brimmed hat he was wearing and bowed dramaticaly. "Ladies." he said, addressing the females. Then he fixed his gaze on Cedric. "Have you still got my 1967 Beano annual by any chance?", he asked casually. Cedric nodded. "Thank gawd for that!", said William, tapping a slim sword-stick against his green, velvet clad leg. He moved closer to Cedric and spoke quietly into his ear. "Look, I'm not sure how I got here, you know what it's like in this game, but now I am, and just out of interest, um, is any of this totty yours?". Cedric looked shocked and shook his head. William glanced at the women, and smiled an oily, confident smile. "Could be an opportunity for dalliance", said William softly, mostly to himself. Cedric reflected for a moment. He liked William, he had always been a staunch friend, but he could also be a self-obsessed, preening prat at times. William took up a position where he knew everyone and everything could see him. "So, my new found friends, what is to be done?" he asked in a grave tone...

almost anything you like I've found in the game of life said a voice from behind a fastigiate tree which had just pooped into existence. The someone lurking there, Mick 'beanpole' Brown chuckled and the ever-expanding group of fiends (sorry, friends) swung round to face a talking tree in alarm although by now the rapid comings and goings should have been expected.
Is that William, known in certain circles as Stinking Willie, watch out there's a bit of politician in him. William leapt forward

sword-stick raised although more amused than enraged as evidenced by the careful way he left the sword ensconced inside its sticky scabbard and both the Brown fellow and he hugged like long lost brothers, then both turned to