Kyle West woke up and wiped his eyes and looked up at the ceiling, realizing it was his day off. Kyle had just joined the force a year prior and he really loved it, the fact that he helped people really made him feel good inside. His dad was a cop and so was his older brother. His older brother had been killed in the line of work a few months before Kyle decided to join. Kyle's dad had a heart attack a month after and died. The death of his farther and his brother so close tighter had made his mother so sick she died shortly after. He got up and went to the bathroom and washed his face. When he came out he poured him self a cup of coffee and turned on the TV. The reporter looked like she hadn't had sleep in a week. 'It has just been verified that the city of San Bernardino has been confirmed as a police state, people are urged to stay inside of their houses and the police will try to stop the spread what can only be called the walking dead..' Kyle looked up and started listening to the broadcast more intently. 'We now take you to Andre House' It went to a man standing behind police barricades, you could see in the back ground police shooting and fighting off what only Kyle could figure were people but they didn't look like people and he saw a few get shot and they kept walking, well not really walking more like staggering towards the police officers. 'We are here on Waterman avenue and it's like a scene out of a horror movie, these things wont go down easily. We are joined by Sheriff Randy Farha, what can you tell us sheriff? Kyle knew the man from the academy. 'Well these things aren't human..Im not really sure what they are, the only thing I do know is they wont be killed by anything but shooting them in the head or cutting off their head.' Suddenly the cameras jerked and feel down and the picture only showed feet, the feet of the sheriff as he tried to fire on what ever knocked down the cameraman but the reporter wasn't so lucky the thing had got him to the ground and was clawing at him. Suddenly more and more feet appeared to stagger at the sheriff and he was soon taken down. The picture went black and back to the female anchor. 'There has been a shelter set up at Stampede stadium in West San Bernardino, we advise you to go there, and you will be safe.' Kyle turned the TV and went to his room and got dressed and got his police issued hand gun and extra ammo and loaded it and put it in the holster. He also went and grabbed his mother's cross she had left to him when she died; he put it in his pocket and went down stairs of his apartment building. When he got down stairs he saw the horror. People that lived in the building were running around frantic, fires had broken out. As he was standing there a car that looked like it had someone hanging onto the hood ran into a gas station across the street and the place exploded, Kyle dodged a fiery mass of metal and he ran to the back of the building and got into his car and left. He didn't know where he was going or why but he knew he couldn't stay where he was. He drove around awhile seeing the carnage, homes on fire people lying in the street. Then he saw it, a car that had crashed into a light post with the driver trying to climb out but was met by four of those things, his screams shortly ended. Kyle almost threw up but managed not to and kept going. He decided he would go to the stadium and see if he could help.