The club was loud and busy as usual, Jack sat with his two friends Mac and Taylor. Bottles of bud clutched in their hands, they were just relaxing and savouring the beats. An hour they had been there and as usual they were getting bored. Jack racked his brains trying to think of something to entertain themselves with, but nothing came to mind.

"Hey! what about a bit of fun?" asked Mac,

"Like what? There aren't no beauties here tonight?"

"Happy slapping, let's film me kicking the crap out of some homeless tramp," came his whispered reply.

Jack laughed and nodded, it was a plan alright. The three young men stood up and left the club through the side entrance, entering a dank alley. They began looking for a potential target for their show. It didn't take them long; a tramp was just hobbling along in their direction.

"Quick, film me!"

Mac called out as he headed towards the tramp. Taylor had already got his mobile out and was recording; Jack watched the scene anticipation building within him. Mac reached the target in a matter of moments, his reaction instantaneous; his right hand catching the unsuspecting guy with a viscious slap. The tramp staggered but went to grab him, Jack watched his friend step out of the man's clumsy reach and lash out again this time with a left hook. This strike sent the man flying backwards, the tramp crashed into a trash can and was still.

"Did you get that?" Mac asked with a smile,

"Yeah, shame it's over though," replied Taylor,

"It's not, he is getting...what the hell?"

Jack's voice was full of surprise, Mac and Taylor turned around and saw the tramp had got back on his feet. This time however, a broken bottle had pierced his stomach. The tramp let out a groan and staggered towards a confused Mac. Jack shouted out a warning but the tramp reached him, Mac struggled with the tramp the guy was stronger than he looked.

"Oh shit, someone is coming! I'm out of here!!"

Jack turned and saw Taylor flee, he then saw the other men appear from the end of the alleyway, something was wrong with them Jack could tell that much.

"Mac! We need to go now!"

Mac didn't reply he was too busy trying to break the man's grip. It was hard enough as it is, but the smell seemed to make it ten times harder. He didn't notice it earlier but now the stench was horrendous; sure he expected a tramp to whiff, but this guy smelt absolutely rotten. Mac tried to push the guy's head back but the man grasped his arm bring it towards his mouth. Jack watched in horror as the tramp bit his friend's arm. Mac took drastic action grabbed the bottle imbedded in the man's stomach and yanked it out. It tore the tramp's belly leaving a gory gash in his flesh. Intestines plopped onto the floor.

Mac laughed, but it turned into a whimper as the guy still continued to attack him. Jack couldn't figure out what was happening, suddenly a scream tore through the night...