In an old house 5 storeys high, rooms full of young girls beaten n terrified in cages, dead bodies all over the place, a headless guy slumped over a kitchen table, his head in a saucepan boiling on the stove, another his body lying at a closed door his head battered to mush, an old woman, real mean looking bitch sat against a wall trying to scream with her eyes pushed into her skull and her tongue in her hand, 6 bodies in a pile at the bottom of the five storey drop in the hallway and an older guy, lifeless, bald head, massive scar from the top of his head over his eye, through his lip n down to his chest sitting on the toilet with a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth and a shotgun blast to his dick.


Then 5 people all meet by the front door, a really pretty teenage girl, 5 foot 2 inches tall, bobbed jet black hair, thick black eyeliner resembling the eyes of a cat, athletic build, chain from her nose ring to her lip, black and red horizontally striped long sleeved tight top with braces, one side red, the other side black attached to bleached blue jeans cut off just above the ankle showing a glimpse of socks matching the top, finished off with blood red Dr martens with black laces and black sole, she smiles and wipes the blood dripping from her mouth as her other hand swings the baseball bat covered in barbed wire with chunks of flesh and an eyeball hanging off it, she laughs and spits an ear on the floor.


The next a real tall real broad guy, 7 foot 4 inches tall and built like a rhino, skinhead and bright ginger beard down to his upper chest with a marvellous moustache twisted upwards at the ends, plain white tee stretched out from his bulging muscles, blue jeans with a chain on the waist and black docs, he takes out his left eye, blows on it then puts it in his mouth, swills it round then takes it out n pops it back in.


The second woman, dark skinned and gorgeous with alluring eyes that seem to glow red, with a massive afro and dressed in all black, tight on her slim figure, standing at 6 foot 7 in her nine inch black boots with silver heels razor sharp from every angle, dripping with blood, she winks at the next guy, a small clean shaven Indian guy with one brown and one blue eye, spiky hair standing at 4 foot 8 inches and skinny as hell, he's wearing a white t-shirt with the thunder cats logo in red, large on the front, blue jeans and barefoot, he blushes as he takes a cigarette from behind his ear then flicks a Zippo across his jeans and lights it, he takes two puffs then guy no.5 takes it out of his mouth and stubs it out on the floor.


The fifth and final guy is 5 foot ten inches tall, average build, mid length brown hair, beige polo shirt covered in blood, brown trousers and brown hush puppies, round glasses on his average face which looks younger than the 39 he actually is.

he straightens out his glasses and smiles at the girl in the red and black stripes for making a little gesture to him that they were crooked, he stutters "w, well that's that one out the w,w,w,w,way....o,on to the next one".....he dials on a mobile phone he just took out of his pocket, says an address then "quick they're all dead" in a thick stern russian accent then places the phone on a table and they all leave.....the little Indian guy being closest to the door but getting pushed out of the way by everyone apart from the woman with the afro who gives him a little slap on his behind as he leaves.