*edit* Forgot to link part four and misnamed this part :S all sorted now though*
Been a long old time since i’ve updated but not so for Tokyo 
there have been several updates to the Xanga Zombie Apocalypse still going on from Tokyoexpressman check em out here!
And here are links to all the other parts from both Tokyo and xxdeelynnxx who started a bit of a story too and of course my previous parts:
~Tales of Tokyo~
Part One: OutBreak
Part Two: Hack & Slacker
Part Three: Hi I’m Jamie
Part Four: Follow The Rules
Part Five: For Reals
~Pony Tales~
Part One: Note From Mom
~Fallen Saint~
Part One: Dans Last Post
Part Two: The Beginning of The End
Part Three: The Fallen Saint
Part Four: Garbage of The Dead
Part Five: The Bell
The truck had taken them within a short sprint of the docks before one too many impacts on its battered front had reduced it to a steaming immobile wreck.
The port had been the scene of a valiant hold out at some point and the remenants of blockades and choke points gave a momentary respite as Margo and Bede decided on the next move.
The city was dead, the roads choked with cars or shambling corpses and beyond the city limits lay only the vast stretches of motorway or winding side roads that could only offer slow and dangerous progress. So faced with little to no other option they began searching the port for any surviving or serviceable boats.
As twilight fell their search became more desperate and hopeless, the sprawling docks and warehouses now a tangled maze of barred doors and tumbled containers, each small stock room or office a terrible reminder of the fate that lay in wait or stumbled slowly through the inky blackness.
Only one or two lights still buzzed or flickered within the entire vast area. As they moved it sounded like there was nothing in their universe other than the scraping of boots on concrete, the flapping of coats and the heavy beating of their hearts. But as they would pause and the other sounds faded then they would hear it, the slow shambling progression a scraping brooding sound picked out by the odd pitiful moan.
Bede stopped breathing hard after a hurried dash over open ground, pressing Margo against the wall and turning off the one dim light he permitted as they moved.
“Shhhh” He hissed his eyes shining as they caught the feint light of the moon as it peeked from behind ragged clouds and shone through the high windows of the warehouse roof.
They waited as silence descended around them. Somewhere off behind them a dry moan echoed and something tapped slowly down the corrugated side of the warehouse they were in.
Then Margo’s hand tightened on Bedes shoulder as she too heard what had made him stop, the gentle ring ringing of a bell.
Rounding the corner of the slightly parted warehouse doors they emerged into the cold black night, ahead the sound of lapping water warned them the edge of the dock was close, while off to the right came again that ring ring.
Bede crouched low and moved in the darkest shadows behind some strewn containers, Margo followed moments later catching up with him more by sound than sight. The containers drew a jagged line from the corner of the warehouse right across the expanse of dock to the sheer edge that fell into the splashing blackness of the water, but behind the barricade that alluring bell toned again and again.
Crawling to the very edge Bede felt out peering into the darkness to find the end of the container.
“I think I can make it” He hissed barely louder than his own breath.
“Are you sure?” Margo asked her eyes straining to see through the shades of black and grey shadows.
“No” And Bede managed a humourless chuckle.
“Take my bag, and get yourself secure, i’m going to need to hold onto you as long as I can, until I can reach something on the otherside”
“If there is anything.” Margo said more to herself than to Bede.
Standing Bede thrust his backpack into her arms and waited for her to get organized while he shook his arms out trying to get rid of the sudden shaking that had gripped his muscles.
“Ready?” Margo asked and reached out sliding her hand down his arm to grip his right hand.
“As I’ll ever be” Bede said giving the hand a squeeze and then stepping out onto the tiny lip that was his only foothold at the bottom of the container.
Using his left hand he reached out as far as possible, feeling out round the edge of the container as he pulled at Margo’s arm. She resisted with both hands clasped tightly around his as she leaned away and slowly edged with him towards the drop.
Pinning himself more by sheer will than anything else to the side of the container Bede stretched out until his fingers could creep round the distant edge, A smile flashed across his face as he felt his fingers and then hand stretch out into open space, the doors of the container had clearly been taken or torn off leaving the open end as a safe haven on their passage round.
“On three let go” He said looking back quickly at the shadowy panting silhouette of Margo.
“One, Two…Three!” With a reluctant tug Bede sprang free of Margos hands and thrust out into the darkness, swinging round to come face to face with a wall of boxes.
He slammed into them hard almost bouncing back off and into the ominous black water behind him, but a mix of reaction and panic drove his fingers hard into two thin cracks between the box stacks and his feet found purchase on the no more than a foot wide gap between the end of the boxes and the door of the container.
“Fuck!” He breathed as he pressed his head against the damp cardboard,
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, just give me a minute to catch my breath” ‘And stop fucking shaking‘ he thought.
From the end of the container, once they had both gotten to it having to push a couple boxes back into its depths they could see their prize a small intact fishing boat, with a pale golden bell lit up in the moonlight ringing gently as the waves rocked and lapped the boat.
More to come soon this time I wrote more than one posts worth so i’ll stick up another section probably tomorrow or monday.
but I thought this had to be said 
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