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[centre] [b] [color=00aeef]Josh Tompson [/color][/b] [/centre]

[centre] [i]Café in Mala Strana[/i] [/centre]

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Josh was sitting down on the floor of the small café next to his sister, looking down at the white rectangular shapes that were set out in a brick like pattern along the floor. They had a fancy styled pattern on the tiles in black, and little gaps between each tile that were filled with tiny little specks of dirt or dust, or now little bits of food from what was thrown around or spilled when the dead attacked this once lovely café. They were also very, very uncomfortable. Every now and then Josh would have to shift a little bit so that his backside wouldn't go numb like it did when he sat in the same position at the cinema for three hours during a film. The tables all around the room were upturned, with one in front of the twins, concealing them from the outside and all of the roaming monsters that were too stupid to look inside to café. Both of his knees were brought up to his chest and his right arm draped across them. His left arm was left almost limp by his side. He looked over at his sister when he heard the unsettling sound of her breathing becoming unsteady, and was starting to panic before he saw her pull out her inhaler. [i]Thank god she hasn't lost that yet. [/I]

Josh had been heading out too meet with a nice girl he had met at school the day that shit went down so he was quite  nicely dressed for the apocalypse. He was wearing a pair of dark blue skinny jeans that on his right leg had a rip just below the knee. His shoes were red converse with white soles, and white laces. He was wearing a plane white undershirt and a button up flannel shirt over the top with a collar and short sleeves. It was filled with red and black squares and was fully unbuttoned at the front which is where the white shirt comes in. He was wearing a wristband on his right  wrist that he bought while at his first concert for his favourite band, and a black beanie that covered his ears and most of his dirty blonde hair. He had really, really wanted to impress that girl. She was really pretty, they liked the same bands and sat together in three of Josh's classes at his new, well old, school. Most of all, she was nice. Josh had lost his party boy antics when he moved to Prague. He found it a lot harder to make friends and his confidence had deteriorated. This girl was helping him back up and giving him some company at school other than the boys he sat with at lunch. They weren't really his friends but rather an aesthetic, just so he wasn't sitting alone.

He felt his sisters hand on his and let out a little smile, looking over at her as he opened his hand and lifted his arm a little. His fingers locked with hers and he held her hang gently, it was somehow much more comforting doing  this, knowing she was definitely still there. [color=00aeef]"I, uh, I don't know."[/color] The sudden question had caught him off guard, as he had been trying to temporarily forget bout the situation and think about something, anything else. His eyes wandered down to the floor and he thought for a second, the dead silence becoming more and more eerie. [color=00aeef]"Maybe we should try and find a place to hide out. Until the army comes or something?"[/color]  He whispered, trying to not alert the walking bodies outside. He didn't want them coming in here. 

Just then, he heard the sound of a bullet flying  through the air, and he could hear the dead outside of the café changing direction, heading down towards the source of the sound.  [color=00aeef]"Juliet, what the fuck was that?!"[/color]  He tried to keep his voice as low as he could, and it came out as a kind of shouty-whisper.  [i] What if it's the army..? [/I] He thought to himself, naïve enough to still believe they were going to be rescued.