Chapter 1: Run Tyler.
The officer ran and ran, Still donning his blue police uniform. Except now it was covered in dirt and grime, The pockets almost tearing off, And a button missing on his top uniform.
He was wheezeing by now, He had ran for so long he thought he had already ran through six blocks, With the five infected still on his tail.
It was like they truly never gave up. They never gained fatigue, They never stopped running. And he felt that if they wouldn't let up, He'd be Infected chow. He brought his pistol up to his face as he ran through a alleyway. "Four bullets." He remembered.
As he ran he saw a metal trash-can that was up to his mid-section. As he passed it he threw it down behind him. Making them have to jump over the pile of trash. That was when he took his chance and stopped, Did a full 180, Brought the pistol up, And aimed.
He knew one would survive. He took a quick second to catch his breath as the infected closed the gap between him. After calming himself as much as he could, He brought the Pistol up and fired at one infected. A shot straight through the right eyeball, Making it drop like a bag of hammers.
Then he aimed at the one closest, Who was already clawing in his general direction. First he hit it in the shoulder which barely made the infected move. Only jerking back and screeching. Then he prayed to god the next shot made it, And his prayers were answered then and there.
He squeezed the trigger and the next bullet found itself buried between the female infected's eyeballs. He gave a "Yes!" But he snapped back to reality, Realizing one was right about to grab him.
The infected man was extremely skinny. Standing at what Tyler assumed to be 5'9. His eyes were rabid like any other infected. But Tyler had no time to analyze this man, He had to take action.
The infected swiped with his nails at Tyler's right cheek. The officer stopped the infected's arm with his own. Holding it back and pressing the gun against the infected's forehead.
Planting his last bullet in the infected's forehead he remembered another one that was catching up. Tyler panicked and pushed the limp body at the raging infected.
This caused the clumsy Zombie to stumble back, Confused but then throwing the body to the side. By now Tyler had got a running start and ran into a door that was open. He slammed the door shut, Feeling the infected man put all his weight into pushing it in. But Tyler held his ground, He didn't want to die at the hands of a infected in a alleyway.
He instantly fumbled to turn on his light he had attached to his shirt pocket, Holding his breath as he looked around the room and made sure it was clear. He noticed he jumped into a cleaning supplie closet, Filled with random cleaning solution and similar things. His first instinct was to hold closed the door and lock that shit. He saw a little metal bar that if the door was fully shut he can slide it into place and keep the damn thing closed.
Using all his force he slammed his shoulder right into the door, Making the infected stumble a little. Tyler grabbed the metal bar and slammed that crap into place. Finally he could rest easy.
The fatigued police officer rested his head on a wall and tried to hold back his fear. The weak part inside him said to crawl in a corner and cry until a infected came and ended his torment. But he couldn't. Perhaps those military folk farther up north were making a cure. Perhaps all this suffering would be over soon.
For now he had to stay strong. Stay alive. He looked at the room more and saw a door. He got up from the floor and was about to open it but said "Just leave the suprises for tomorrow Tyler..." And removed his hand from the knob. It was obviously unlocked but he didn't want to see what was on the other side. Instead he sat down on the floor, Slipped off his backpack, And quickly drifting off to slumberland. Well, after the 30 minutes of shaking from the freezeing weather.
What Tyler didn't know, He was being closely followed by a female with a wicked smile.