zombie-nazi's the Battle for Buckingham Palace

Part  six  the battle for Buckingham  palace.

The dragon dropped us off on the top of the palace, with a soft grunt.  We all got off, and went through the procedure of prepping for a nazi-zombie assault. 
1. Cotton wool, in the ears, check, also check  each other too, to make sure the right amount is inserted. 2. Speakers , check, make sure your speakers are connected to the MP3 players.  And are attached to your outer garments, also make sure that the mp3  attachment is wired correctly. Also check your friends.  Batteries are also important. Make sure the MP3 is  fully charged.   3. Weapons:  swords out of sheathes, Chainsaws  filled with petrol,  shotgun’s  filled with cartridges, and belts  for extra cartridges correctly attached.  Pistols  with enough rounds, or  lance’s  well oiled and sharp.  (nazi-zombies tend to be a bit dry, so a well oiled lance helps  with the penetration;  especially if you have to take out five at a time. 4.  Motion trackers.  Dark  Steve invented a means to safely track off the more important  nazi-zombies, as they tend to make  their noises at a lower frequency than the troops. This does not have an impact over vision as its over one eye.  Finally, when all this is done turn on the mp3 in a synchronised time set.   3…2…1. 

We entered through the attic door,  and slowly moved down  room by room, each of us trying to keep the others back.  The Nazi-zombies were awake now, and trying to get to us, but we had Rick Astley on full blast and there was no way those fuckers were going to take us down.  When one reached Begbie would head-but it, or Dark  Steve would grind it with  his chainsaw before after Alison shot it in the chest.  It was  Terion  who hit the first of the second level  nazi-zombies as his song space pants  which he broadcast through a  megaphone caused  it  to explode  and  in turn took out most of the nazi-zombies in a huge  fire on the  most of the third floor.
         “bloody hell”  he muttered
         “Good fecking job Tyrion! Keep it up!”  yelled  Begbie  as we fought our way through the  flaming corpses  on the ground.
         It’s hard to describe the fear one feels in a battle like this.  You can see the enemy all around you, with their red eyes and their dried corpse faces.  Though  you don’t understand  what they are saying  through their growls or grunts or groans, you fear that you will, because if you do, you know that you too are infected. It’s also hard to explain the sense of weirdness of it all. Here we are in the hub of the monarchy, the  hub of the establishment, being attacked by all these nazi-zombies, many of whom  were well known on the TV news  before the  nazi-zombie infestation.  I personally shot the nazi-zombie Michael Hesteltine in the chest and took out half of the  nazi-zombies around him.  Then there was Lord  Saatchi,  and  what was once Michael Gove.  Boy, I tell you that,  that felt good.   What hurt was to see my two kiddies involved with this.  War isn’t  good. It’s not for children.  But, In a battle for survival, I couldn’t leave them behind.  Well maybe  I could have left  them with the dragaon but I wasn’t sure how they would fare.  Besides, if I fell and was somehow managed to get infected, I would  want them to take me  out. On a plus, they did actually manage to take out  Theresa May  with their bow and arrow’s ; so give them something for that.  All the while, Astley ‘s “never going to give you up” was playing as loud as we could get it.
          We made it to the huge state room tired , weary and  soot  and blood smeared.  But we were a team, resolved  to take on Bob.   We entered the major state room.  Bob sat on one of the   throne, to his left was   Elizabeth  and to his right stood  Phillip.  Personally, I thought that he was a nazi-zombie for years, not Bob, but there   you go.  Bob stood up and began to make his “ghrsughs”  and “gsfsrsughs”  but it was Glan who  who we ubderstood.
        “why arrrre youuuu heeeaaarrere?
        We all moved away from Glan.  I felt a a of  a lurch of terror as I looked towards  both him and the  the windows of the main  state room.  It was dark, but it was not dark, for at  the windows were thousands and thousands of eyes… magpies  eyes… staring in on us… their weight slamming against the windows. That then  began  to  crack and splinter.
         “I’ll ask you again…why arrrrree youuu heeeaaar”
        “ To get our country back! To get us into a place where we are all given equal  rights under a flag of truth honesty and compassion.”  Said Alison.
        “yeah” said Dark Steve.
        “ Don’t  you understand yet,  you stupid fuckwit!” shouted Begbie “ We think you’re a vile cunt, that has broken this nation and we want our country back!  We don’t like you or your stupid market forced economy  or  your vile  nazi-zombifaction of our nation!  We want  to be a nation again! Free from the  LIES  and the-“
        Glan screamed in pain. his eyes turned to yellow flame  he started to convulse violently, as the magpies began  to chip harder and harder at the windows.  Beaks cracked though the glass and mocking laughter could be heard.
       “I….I…. Da!   Glan  screamed  as he shot  wildly. The  bullet  hit  Bob full  in the chest.  Bob reeled backwards as both the  Elizabeth  and her  nazi-zombie husbasnd started walking  forwards. Then another door opened and Dave the pig shagger stood before us.
         “you, stupid,  stupid Fuck-“ he screamed
         But  his words were lost as the magpies smashed into the room and began to  encircle us.  In terror we knelt to the floor and prayed that it wouldn’t be too late, or too painful.
         ​It was then something weird happened.  The magpies swirled about us.  But they  didn’t attack us…We felt their feathers  but not their beaks,  They attacked  Elizabeth  her zombie-nazi husband,  Bob  and  Dave. Of Dave,  nothing  was left at all,  except a suit and a  tie, neatly done up to the neck of the shirt. Our MP3’s became mute  leaving silence, as the Magpies left in a flock  swirling into the night.  
         And so we left.  We waved farewell to  the dragons,  Deneyes  Jon and Tyrion, and watched them fade into a hazy blip on the horizon  from the entrance  steps  of Buckingham palace.   Finally,  we looked at each other.  It was over… the nazi-zombie hoard was crushed.

It took a while for what could be called  normality to return, people who were scared to come outside,  slowly started to venture out.  
       Begbie became the new first minister of the  joint  republic of Britain, and had  to reset negotiations with Europe; having  to prove to the French  foreign minister that he was up to the job, by nutting, then shooting  Le-Pen and burning her carcass on TV.  
         It took years to put right the mess the Nazi-zombies  left, but I can say, with a hand on my heart, that it was worth it.   There are pockets of Naz-zombies still left.  Begbie set about finding them and dispatching them. One  Mark Thatcher is still on the loose. There are rumours that it is in South America somewhere.  On the whole  We are on the rise… However America , well that’s another story.    Trump scares  the shit out of us, and he might invade, now we are free.

epilouge how   did the Nazi-zombies  rise to power.

 Ok, so now we are left with questions, Why on  God’s green  earth did the  nazi-zombie  STV take over so quickly?  Why were Bob  Garages  words listened to?  why were so many lost to this vicious parasite that led to mass self -indulgent brain eating?
        I put it down to change. People, en mass  are scared of it. I mean really scared of it. They watch the TV and feel safe that their system is protected.   But..if  they listen to fear long enough, then they become servants  of that fear.  They eat their own brains and –in turn- become servants of a cause that they don’t believe in, yet follow blindly, without thinking.  Our generation.  The forty to fifty year olds, who have seen the reality of this fear, can give hope to our children.  Fear of change need not be  a monster, for change happens , life is like a wild us  ride the waves  free.  God that sounds  corny as an ending oh what the feck,  Im Dermut  O’  Haggarty, if you want  to meet me, I’ll  be at the twisted oak at about 7 pm, cheers.

The end?