"Though I walk through the valley of shadows I am not afraid, for I am not alone."
"Why the hell are we patrolling this damn place? We can't stop all the drug dealing and prostitution…"
"Mike, I don't know why we're here and I'd appreciate it if you just shut up and kept on your guard, never know when one of these fuck ups are going to try something stupid."
"Shut the fuck up, Ivan. I'll complain as much as I fucking want, you know this is bullshit!"
"Mike, if you take that tone with me again, you're going to be walking back to the goddamn station by yourself."
"Yeah? I'd like to see you try and make me do that!"
"Don't tempt me." Ivan took a Churchill cigar out from the glove compartment and lit it up, pulling the car over on the side of a street. This part of Baltimore was never a pretty site.
A few minutes later the police officers heard gun fire a block down and Ivan turned the sirens on, put out his cigar, and raced to a two-story house where the shots were fired. Mike got out of the car first and retrieved an AR-15 from the trunk and met Ivan next to the door to the house. Ivan pulled his pistol out and knocked on the door. No answer. Ivan took five steps back from the door and then ran up to it and kicked the door down, Mike charging in behind him. Nothing.
"Be careful, this could be a trap…" Ivan looked around for the stairs and then called Mike over. They slowly made their way up the stairs, Ivan first. The first door they came upon had a large hole in it as if someone had been thrown into it, blood dripping from the top of the hole. Ivan signaled Mike to open the door. Ivan had his gun at the ready as the door opened. Nothing in sight. They cautiously walked into the room and noticed blood coming from underneath a closet door. Ivan walked ahead of Mike and opened the door and the body of a man who looked to be in his thirties fell out. Ivan side-stepped it and noticed too late that someone was behind Mike. Before he could say a word the man behind Mike slit his throat with a knife and then charged Ivan, stabbing him in the stomach. Ivan had his pistol out and put six rounds into the attacker's chest from point-blank range. He tossed the man aside, fell to his hands and knees and crawled his way over to Mike who was now trying to talk to Ivan but couldn't. The cut was clean, there was no saving him.
Ivan pulled out his radio. "This is officer Ivan, we have an officer down… send help immediately." Ivan slowly stood up, covering his own wound and looked at the killer. He was bald, with a very distinctive tattoo on his chin. A cross with barbwire around it and fire behind it. Under his jaw he had tattooed "B.U".
"Baltimore's Undead… goddamn it…" Ivan fell to his knees and then blacked out from blood loss.