“It’s like snow,” Jasmine says with eyes wide and a look of wonder on her face as she turns to Mark.
“If only, snow would be way better than this,” he says as he pulls a pair of goggles down over his eyes and holds a rag over his mouth and nose. “Are your ready?”
The life drops from her face and she looks at him sternly, before pulling down a pair of googles of her own. “Are you sure it’s safe? There’s no chance Clint, or any of his shit-faced arseholes are hanging around?”
“We have to make a run for it sooner rather than later. The longer we stay here, the more of a chance leechers have of finding us. Clint and his pose of wanna be kingpins are the least of our worries.” He relies quickly and with exuberated animation of his arms and facial features.
“Yeah,” she’s says as she looks up at the sky, watching the ash fall. “Where are we going to go?”
“The Drunken Admiral would be the best bet, it’s a defendable location we should easily be able to tighten once we set up camp, and Its also the first place Barney would’ve headed when all this shit started taking place.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” She says thrusting her hands on her hips and giving him a fierce look.
“The fucking Drunken Admiral ain’t no fucking safe haven dickhead, and I ain’t going there.”
“Jas, you don’t know what you’re saying, the Admiral is probably the most defendable location in all of town.”
“Bullshit! It’s a fucking dump, and besides Barney is the last cunt I wanna see, so pick somewhere else or you’re on your own,” she says sternly.
“But babe, you can’t mean that. The Admiral is the safest place I know, and if there’s anyone you want beside you when the chips are down, it’s Barney. Just give it a chance, please?” He asks, cupping her face with one of his hands.
“Fuck you!” She hisses venomously as she forces his hand away, and gets to her feet. “I’ll be at my mums if you change your mind,” she says as she presses a silk scarf against her face then rushes out of the building and into the street. She’s only a few feet away when she finds herself quickly set upon by a small group of leechers. She screams in terror, calling for Mark to come to her assistance, pleading with him to be her saviour but he does not show. Instead the she is dragged to the ground as the leechers feed. Out of the corner of her eye, while teeth sharp and pointy bite deeply into her flesh, she sees Mark scurry off into the night towards the Drunken Adrmiral, towards his lover Barney, and unfortunately for Jasmine away from her. She tries to cry out once more for Mark to come back, but she finds only a gurgling sound escapes from her throat as she begins chocking on a river of blood that brings to fill her lungs. She stares up to the sky, watching as the very sky itself burns and wishes for the last time, as the leechers tear into her flesh, that it could be snow rather than ash.