One after another.
Chapter one- Officer Mallock
John Mallock awoke to his alarm clock beeping at the side of him. The time read 4:30am, not long till work. John was a stocky and built 28 year old police officer in the NYPD. He hated his job, the people that he had to deal with day in and day out.
He took a quick shower, then styled his wavy brown hair into spikes, before grabbing his NYPD duffel bag full of all his gear. He climbed into his vehicle, a crimson red 84' Dodge Charger and placed his duffel bag on the passenger seat. He flicked through the local radio stations, stopping at one that caught his attention.
"Widespread panic is sweeping across the United States as the rioting continues to spread. Civil unrest has been spreading for the past week now, with little signs of it letting up. Local law enforcement agencies are using zero-tolerance policies on all suspected rioters. A spokesperson for the police association has said that rioters will face severe consequences and will face extreme prosecution. People are being advised to stay clear of city centres, and to avoid contact with any rioters. Ho-"
John flicked off the radio. He sighed loudly. He didn't need this shit when he was working, he hardly did anything when he worked as it is. Maybe now he would have to do real police work, maybe even get to shoot someone. He pulled in to the 37th Precinct parking lot, and made his way inside. The place was relatively calm, the phones ringing as usual, but the silence made it eerie. He went into the locker room and changed into his uniform, before going to the armoury and collecting his equipment. He then went out into the police parking and collected his Crown Victoria. He radioed his position to dispatch, acquired his patrol area and set off out.
John headed towards Times square, cursing at the traffic and tourists. He broke up a couple of fights, pulled over a few speeders on the expressway, before heading to the coffee shop for his lunch.
"What can I get you officer?" The fat waitress asked.
"A coffee and your special of the day, and hurry up with it, I don't have all day."
The waitress scoffed at him before walking off and fetching his order. He tucked into his soup, not paying much attention to the news warnings displayed on the TV. He left the mess for the waitress to clean up and left. He climbed back into his cruiser and set up a speed trap near the expressway. A black SUV came hurtling through the intersection, speeding through a red light and causing two cars to crash into each other, attracting onlookers and drunk people from the sidewalk, no doubt to cause trouble. John flicked on the overheads and the sirens and went after the SUV.
"Dispatch, unit 42 here, I got a speeding black 4 door SUV, currently heading Northbound, can I get additionals?" John radioed in.
"Negative 42, all units are currently engaged, you're on your own, out."
"Shit!" John cursed loudly. The vehicle pulled over, and John stepped out of his cruiser, his Glock 17 drawn and aimed towards the drivers head.
"Driver, step out of the vehicle now with your hands above your head and place them on the roof of the car."
The driver stepped out of the vehicle, his face pale and sweat dripping down his forehead. The sky turned overcast, casting dark shadows over the two men. The man ran to the officer, screaming words that John couldn't make out.
"Sir, you need to calm down and explain to me clearly what has happened."
The man slowed down, still fumbling with his hands. He composed himself and straightened his posture, before looking at the officer.
"Officer Mallock, a crazy man ran up to my wife and bit me, I was taking her to hospital, she needs help."
"Sir, stay here whilst I check out your vehicle."
John walked towards the SUV, gun drawn. He opened the back seats, but found a woman sleeping under a blanket. It looked like she was in a cold sweat, but she was probably high on drugs or something, and the man sounded crazy, so John guessed he had been drinking. He decided to end his search and walked back towards the man, leaving the back door of the SUV open.
"Sir, I'm going to have to arrest you and your passenger for DUI and possible drugs use. You will undergo tests at the station, and if found guilty you will be charged. Put your hands behind your back please."
After much begging and pleading, and eventually a struggle, John got the man cuffed. He led him to the back of his cruiser and placed him in the cage. As he shut the door, the man screamed and banged at the glass. The man looked scared, and had suddenly turned pale. John heard a moan behind him, and turned to see the mans passenger. She looked completely out of it to John, and he knew arresting her was going to be easy.
"Miss, you and your hus- Before he could finish she lunged and sank her teeth into his neck. He made a few gargling noises, before his body fell limp. The radio cracked to life. Screams and cries of mercy could be heard as the dispatcher was begging for her life from an unknown attacker. What followed was an ear piercing scream, and chewing sounds that filled the air waves. The man in the back of the cruiser watched the officer now rise as one of the dead, and they both proceeded to bang on the glass, desperate to get the trapped meal on the inside.
It would be the first of many.