World War Z: untold police files

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Chapter 1: file 000

July 1, 2013 9:00 PM, Boston Mass.

Sheriff Jasmine Strife of Boston P.D sat in her kitchen watching the news. Nothing special happening, well if you count politics, deadly viruses, and Marshal Law in some countries.

Once again nothing interesting, she puts her bowel in the sink grabbing her standard issue, holster, cell phone, and walkie-talkie she went to start off her day. Which in this case seamed really well at the time, sun was shining no clouds in the sky.

Walking to her car she waved to neighbors who were leaving for the day "have a good one!" she yelled as they waved back.

9:20 PM

At the station chaos ensued as she entered "Jazz in here now!" the chief Paul Lévesque yelled jogging inside she nods "what's up boss what's with all the excitement?"

"Nothing good we're getting reports in about a chemical spill or research facility of some type in the warehouse district. I need you and your partner Orton to check it out ASAP." She nods rushing out she points to Randy Orton her partner for 15 months now.

Randy eagerly got up grabbing his gun and holster.

10:00 PM Warehouse District

Jasmine parked the car away from their known location, looking around she could tell something was off. Slowly climbing out both partners looked around "what do you think Orton?" she whispered her hand already on her standard issue .20 mag.

"To quiet if you ask me I don't like it." He whispered back.

Jazz nodded this wasn't going to be normal or easy her gut already telling her to turn back.

"Randy if this gets bad quick get the hell out." He looked at her with a raised eye brow but nodded, they crept along warehouse 10. She holds her fist up to stop Orton not looking at him as she scans the area around them.

There seemed to be banging noises and snarling inside the building "the hell is that?" she asked herself as they rounded the corner Randy took the handle of the door. He looked at her as she looked at him, counting to three she nodded to him.

Opening the door they come to find something gruesome that should only be in movies or books.