MULTI STORY BARD PARK
THE MULTI STORY BARD BARK.
(Any names, events, or places that are similar by name, event or by place existing in the real universe outside of this story, is purely and totally coincidental. It is, in fact, the wishes of the author to make fiction from the imagination and raw material of experience.)
PART 1
Some little chav’ joker must have thought it would be funny to erect the American flag in the rubble beside the car park to give the impression that this was our 911 attacks, which would have worked out for the kid had he not tripped and twisted his ankle on his way out of the rubble and so wound up left squirming in the concrete and mangled metal like some freshly injured animal, needless to say the security got to him and carried him away for questioning. Once again from somewhere down deep in the earth an explosion could be felt, which was now at least 3 hours after the main blast, many people scattered in a panic believing this to be yet another explosion, which it was, but true to their perceptions, it was way way down beneath the earth. Then the car park simply fell through the floor and continued falling down in sections one after another until the building was at least 50 stories under the ground, but nobody was looking at the shitty concrete structure, they were transfixed by something else, something beautiful and enchanting. --Mary mother of Christ, it’s a fucking underground base, I knew they were breeding aliens in this town, I just knew it, look, LOOOOOOK! A kid shouted peering over the edge of the hole, pointing and wiggling his finger. The American Kroll associate was already parasailing head first down the hole, followed by a group of cloaked individuals who came running out of a house situated close by. As they flew off the edge into the hole people started cheering, as if some sporting event was underway, yet in fact these were not the people to be cheering, if only they public knew how despicable and evil their plan was to destroy the town, and all who live there, leaving only a Tesco super village centre run by robots and automated intelligence systems designed by BAE systems, Northrop Gunman, Lucent technologies and Raytheon which proved very effective at every task they were programmed to carry out. Leaving the local people to roam around the streets like zombies, unable to comprehend the speed and efficiency these machines were capable of. --Rice, Rice, wake up mate, are you OK. I said, grabbing his arm in the pitch darkness. Yes, yes, fine, but those poor motherfuckers up there are going to be in a world of shit if we let this just roll along like a movie plot, or a weird short story that lacks any hero’s or a happy ending, Screw that, Rice pontificated. The pipe we were sitting in was now about half way between the lip of the hole and the top of the building that had just fallen in. A rat came scuttling by and just leapt off the end of the pipe onto one of the parasailing ropes and ran down towards the concrete below.
--I guess that’s the way to do it bruv’ Rice said while he also gripped the rope and started to slide down after the rat, come on Kinch, he said, and I followed him down towards the glowing emerald lights and low hum of engines or air conditioning or bass heavy ambient music, I couldn’t decipher which. On reaching the bottom I looked up and noticed another gang of cloaked weirdo’s descending. .....in progress....