Everything was among what one would label normal. It was a humid day with lots of sun and a bright blue sky with thin, wispy clouds here and there. The highways were just as busy as ever, and among the rainbow array of cars and trucks was a police car. Its lights and noises were off as it cruised down the road with a black haired man sitting in the front driving who also wore black sunglasses and his eyes were the same color as his tresses. There was another male in the car as well; of course, he was sitting in the back behind the protective glass with handcuffs digging into and around his wrists.

The man grumbled to himself and moved his arms in an attempt to find a way to relieve the pain his restraints were making. He didn't notice the officer looking in the rearview mirror and lightly scratch his stubbly cheek as he observed the other in the back. He just wished he could have the damn things off his wrists…

"Well," the officer said, his tenor voice flowing smoothly through the air. "I deem that you didn't do shit."

He tilted his head up, jerking his head to the left to move some of his red hair from his face before looking into the mirror with his bright green eyes to see the other male's black ones. "Why do you say that?" he asked and brought his hands up to be able to scratch under his right eye where one of his teardrop shaped tattoos were.

"I've driven plenty of men down to this prison," the driver explained. "Reapers only know how many… Usually, by this time I get the "I didn't do it," rant."

"…and what do you say?"

The police officer rolled his eyes. "I tell 'em, 'Yeah, I know ya didn't.'"

With some scratchiness, the radio in the car said, "We've got what appears to be a 10-91E near Dusk Exit of 285, y'know. All cars asked to keep an eye out for a 91V in the area, y'know."

"I followed your case a little bit, you bein' a Twilight boy 'n all," the black haired man suddenly said after a short silence.

The redhead cocked his head to the right. "You're from Twilight Town, then?" he asked.

He nodded. "Yep…!" he exclaimed. "I came up to Traverse Town to be a city cop. Always wanted to work a murder case…" The driver looked away from the road to the mirror to eye the man in the back of his car. "Kinda like this mayor crap you're tangled up in… With all due respect, of course… What a shame that is…"

Without really meaning to, the criminal watched another police rig zoom by until it disappeared into the distance as it headed back to Twilight Town. He turned his head to look back at the cop that had decided to continue talking.

Shit, the redhead thought. This guy likes to talk a lot…

"Hell, my family and other relatives were regulars at your parents' drugstore right in downtown…" The man trailed off then cleared his throat. "Still there…?"

Nodding, the green eyed man said, "Sure is…"

"Good…"

The radio scratched again. "Be warned of healing workforces on route to Neverland, y'know. Several 10's and 20's comin' in, y'know."

"Gotta nephew that goes to UTT," the black haired man said abruptly. "You teach there long?"

Fuck, why're you trying to make conversation, the other wondered.

"Goin' on my sixth year…"

"You meet your ex, Marluxia, there?"

The other's calm expression fell and he frowned. He then looked down before turning his head to see the window, all while being silent. Why was he stuck with a police officer that was so fucking nosey? Why couldn't the man just keep his mouth shut and just allow a silent air between them.

For all I care, that pink haired manwhore can go get fucking gangbanged, the redhead thought bitterly.

"Wanna know how I see it?" the cop asked.

He was quiet as he saw one federal truck and four cop cars fly by on the road. He frowned slightly at the sight, but somewhat just let it slide. "…Not really," he replied and turned his head to face forward with the frown still on his face.

"You may have the right to remain silent in my car, but I don't have to." Looking in the mirror, the officer opened his mouth to speak his words but close it and gave a small frown himself. He shook his head gently and looked away from the rearview mirror. "Er…regardless…could be that you just married the wrong man."

Fuck you, the redhead thought and opened his own mouth as if he were about to speak as well.

Shaking his head, the man with bright green eyes closed his mouth and let out a throaty sigh. He wasn't going to get anywhere with speaking his mind to the other man. If he were, he'd probably get into even deeper shit than he already was. He didn't know how, but it would somehow happen.

"Rebellion in development, y'know," the radio interrupted again. "All officers present for 217's… Rolling calls and notices to all localities, y'know."

The redhead looked up when he could hear the sounds of a helicopter above them and moved his head as he listened to look out the back window of the patrol car. He watched it disappear into Twilight Town as well while two more SWAT cars and four more cop cars drove by. What was going on that needed so much law enforcers?

As he looked back, the officer started up again with another story. "I was drivin' this guy one time, and he was the worse," he heard him complain. "He wouldn't shut up about how he hadn't done anything. He was an older dude… Big, soft eyes behind a pair of small glasses, and he was just snivelin' back there. Kept tellin' me it wasn't him while he was sobbin' and snottin' all over right about where you are…"

"All officers are available for an entering 4-217…"

Glaring at the radio, the black haired man turned the machine off before fixing the rearview mirror and his sunglasses. "Anyway, before long he starts kickin' the back of the seat here just like a fussy baby on an airplane. I tell 'im he's gotta stop since its government property 'n all that shit and I'd have to be forced to Taser 'im otherwise. He stopped 'cause he used all his options, he starts crying out for his ma!" He shook his head and rolled his eyes. "'Mom, it's all one big misunderstanding! It wasn't me!'"

"Maybe he was innocent…?" the other male questioned slowly.

"Innocent…?!" the driver said in a protesting manner. "They caught that motherfucker red-handed! Stabbin' and cuttin' up his wife as the boys came in, and he sits in my car and screams that it wasn't him. Think he might've believed it himself…" He shook his head again. "Shows ya that people'll go up and go mad once they think they're life is ending… Oh, I got another good one for ya!"

Goddamn it, shut up, the handcuffed man shouted in his head. Suddenly, his eyes went wide when he saw a person in the middle of the road and about to get hit by them.

"This one's a little less depressing and funnier if I do say so…"

"Fucking drive…!"

There was a thwack from the police car hitting the being in the road and the cop lost control. The car swerved left then right before continuing in the direction and hitting the guard rail alongside the highway. The rail immediately gave way, and the rig went down a hill with both men bouncing around and going every which way in their seats all the way down as it rolled.

Since he was in the back and was being thrown around so much due to his lack of seatbelts, the man in the back was knocked out while the officer was conscious for the ride until it reached the bottom of the hill. The male moaned in from pain, ripping off his broken sunglasses before unbuckling his seatbelt. "Damn kid," he grumbled. "Should've warned me sooner…"

As he carefully made his way to lean on the driver side door, his lower back against the handle of it, he made sure to check on the man in the back. Afterwards, when he had noticed the car was on its side at an angle, the cop rubbed his neck before looking over the radio. "Shit," he growled. "I was really hoping that that had somehow survived the crash…"

A sudden snap of some twigs and rustling made the grown man freeze. "Uuhnn…"

"The fuck was that…?" he asked to no one in particular.

"Uuhnn…"

His actions were deliberate and the officer made an effort while he went through the broken window on the driver's side head first to not cut himself in any way. "It's gotta be wildlife," he told himself quietly. "Like, a type of Noise, or…something…" The man then got to the point where he had drug himself out to where his hips lined up with frame of the machine before he saw a being trudge down the incline behind him in a sluggish manner.

Someone that can help, he thought.

"H-Hey…!" the cop stammered. "You there, can ya give a hand? Was kinda in an accident…" He watched the other being for a little bit while he finished pulling himself out of the rig. He was curious as to why they hadn't said anything. "Hello…?" he called and loaded his gun while he sat on his knees in the dirt. He cursed himself when he dropped one of the shells and it rolled as well as bounced to the side mirrors.

A gasping noise came from his right, the opposite from where he was looking, and he jumped. "Christ…!" he yelled as he backed up into the patrol car. "The fuck are ya doin'…?!"

He fumbled with his weapon and shot the grey skinned figure that was walking toward him in the chest. "Shit…!" the officer shouted. "I-I'm so sor…" His black eyes widened at the creature when it only grunted and continued trudging towards him after it stumbled back a couple steps due to the force the bullet produced. "The hell…?"

There was a hissing/gargling growl before the man felt something grab one of his ankles and tugged on him. The sound of him hitting the ground hard and the air escaping his lungs filled the eerie aura around everything in the area. He coughed and wheezed as he attempted to yank his foot away from another grey being, but then turned it into kicking it in the face when he wasn't able to pull himself free. "Jesus," he grumbled when the smell of rotting flesh hit his senses, and covered his nose while he was losing his struggle. "Lemme go, god damn it…!"

While being dragged away from his car, forcing him to leave his shotgun behind, the officer clawed the ground in an attempt to free himself once more. He had decided he wasn't going to go down without a fight. "Aahn…!" he screamed when a mouth clamped down on his calf then a whine/pain filled groan came from his throat when he could feel that chunk of him be ripped away from his full being. "N-No…! Wh-What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Only being able to watch in horror, the cop cried out as he felt another set of jaws bite down on the meat on his side while a third got his arm. "No…!" he yelled as he continued to struggle. "Shit…this world is fucked…" The law enforcer continued to fight against and shout at the weird beings until he had lost so much blood he lost consciousness.

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"Nn…"

The groan seemed to resonate around him, along with the soft clinking sounds of chains. He tried to swallow, but his mouth was too dry, and he attempted to lick his also dry lips. He struggled to open his eyes since they wouldn't allow him too. His green eyes would only let him open them slightly, seeing blurry images before they closed on their own accord. That pattern repeated for what seemed like hours to him.

So thirsty, he thought.

Once he was able to open his eyes, the man slowly moved his head; his neck was completely sore from the position it had been in. He groaned again as he sat up straight and popped his neck. "Ah, fuck…!" he yelled then hissed when he attempted to move a bit. "My fuckin' leg…"

With a sigh, the handcuffed man looked to his left and out the window. "Is that the…?" He frowned some and he narrowed his eyes to try and get a better view as he leaned forward a little bit. "Shit, it is the cop…" He straightened up in his seat again. "Officer…? You okay? I'm still cuffed back here!"

He watched the officer for a short moment before looking around at the other windows. The redhead bit his lip when he was done, and turned his attention back to the cop. Nothing seemed to add up in his mind. "Well, he wasn't shot out from the car," he stated quietly to himself before he noticed the other man's shotgun. "Why the hell did he need his gun…?"

Before long, the green eyed man scrunched his nose up. "God damn, what is that smell?" he asked out loud. "It smells like…rotten flesh… How long have I been out here?" He then shook his head. "I gotta get outta here, and get these damn things off too."

Moving as carefully as he could, the redhead turned to his right to the partially cracked window. "Guess this's my only way out." With that, he moved his uninjured leg and kicked the window. He did this three more times before the glass shattered then he climbed out.

"Gah, damn it…!"He shouted when he hit the ground with a thud, "Jesus…!"

Slowly getting up, the redhead clung to the patrol car as if it were his life when he got to his feet. He used the machine as support until he got to the side where the dead, he assumed, cop lay. "He's gotta have the keys on 'im," he said quietly while letting go of the car and taking a step away from it.

As soon as he did though, something red appeared in the corner of his eye, and he looked in the direction of it. "The hell…?" Limping over, he noticed when he got close enough to it was a shotgun shell. "Was he trying to shoot something?" he asked out loud, making pain filled noises while he awkwardly bent over to pick it up.

He put the item in his pocket as he turned around. He then limped sluggishly over to the body. "Officer…?" the redhead questioned and raised an eyebrow at the deceased man who was on his back. "Eh, what got to ya…? A Shadow…?"

With a sigh and some light grunts, the green eyed man gracelessly bent down again before he began lightly patting the black haired man's pockets. "Er, don't mind me," he stated quietly. "I'm not tryin' to be friendly over here… Ah ha…!" He smiled and grabbed a small set of keys then fished them out of the cop's pocket. "Thank you, my good man."

Fumbling with the keys, the criminal seemed to growl when he dropped them. "Shit," he breathed and locked his green eyes on the silver item that landed on the other man's chest next to his name badge. "Hanekoma Sanae, huh…?" He shook his head as he snatched the keys from their resting place. "Poor bastard…"

Two clicks resonated through the air before the man tossed the keys to the ground when the handcuffs fell from his wrists. "Finally…!" he exclaimed in a relieved tone and rubbed his wrists. "They're off…"

A groaning/hissing noise started abruptly, and the redhead looked down at the officer with wide eyes. "Mr. H…?"

"Grraaah…!"

"Fuck…!" he shouted when the other unexpectedly attempted to get in his face.

He landed back on his behind and immediately started pushing his way back. "What the hell are you?!" he demanded before he hit his back on the patrol car. He looked around himself frantically after he had stared at the growling being crawling towards him for a long moment.

Damn it, he thought, I'm gonna die if I don't do something quick!

"The gun…!"

His hands flew to the shotgun on his left and aimed it at the presumably dead police officer as fast as he could pick it up. He was about to pull the trigger when something in his mind told him to open the firearm and check it for ammo. Check the ammo he did, and it was a good thing he had. "Fuck all things paradise like!" he snarled. "Damn thing doesn't have a shot in it!"

It was then he remembered about the shell he had on him.

Shoving his hand into his pocket, the redhead watched with wide green eyes the black haired man get closer and closer. This made him dig in his pocket with a higher sense of urgency. "Not gonna die like this," he told himself before he bumped his fingers against something hard in his pocket.

He quickly grabbed it and yanked his hand out. The green eyed man looked back down, then, with shaky hands, attempted to put the shot into the barrel. It wasn't long after that he fumbled and made the item fly. "Shit…!" he panicked as the red shotgun shell landed on the ground next to his injured leg.

As fast as he could, the man snatched the item from next to his leg. When he looked up, it was a sight he didn't want to see. The cop was only some feet away from him. "Damn it," he breathed and turned his attention back to the shotgun.

Once he finally got the weapon loaded, he took aim again. He targeted the other male's head, and it was dead center of his forehead. "Don't make me do this, Mr. H!" he warned before he told himself, "Screw it," and shot the other.

There were a few crows off in the distance that could be heard cawing and flapping their wings as they flew away; startled by the sound of gunshot. Then a light thud with some clinking was made when the redhead threw the gun on the ground. "His skin is rotten and smells like shit… What's going on…?"

Since he wasn't able to help it, he stared at the lifeless cop's blown off head. He completely ignored the pool of blood that came from the dead being which was leisurely inching towards him. "What was that all about?!" he said in a confused tone of voice. He couldn't believe that he done what he just did. "…H-Hey…! Officer, are you dead?!" He licked his suddenly dry lips. "Mr. Hanekoma, are you dead?!"

With a sigh, the redhead finally looked away from the still body. "The hell is going on here?" he questioned out loud and eyed the woods around himself, seeing a small, dark figure to the left on a small hill. "You've gotta be shittin' me," he then whispered to himself. He narrowed his eyes and stared at it until he realized it was another person. "Help…!" he called out to what he assumed was human. "Go get someone! There's been a shooting!"

He watched the shape turn before it walked away and felt completely relieved. The man stood up carefully and stretched his arms as well as the rest of his upper body. "Such a great week ya got goin'," he mumbled to himself. "A great fuckin' week…"

"Aa-aah…"

The redhead froze at the choked, gasping noise. "You're kidding…" he trailed off, turning his body to the left.

Coming down the hill where the car rolled down, was another…thing that the officer was. Before long there was a second one that came out from behind a gigantic boulder, and they were both going after him with their arms stuck out. "Yeah, no," the man said and turned his body, beginning to limp away. "Not gonna ha… Shit…!"

Air escaped from the male's lungs when he landed on the ground, and he wondered how he had tripped until he saw the cop's lifeless body. He scrambled to his feet as fast as he could without hurting himself any more than he was. As he hobbled off again, his green eyes caught sight of another walking dead being coming after him, which made him pick up his pace. He then, after going further more up the small hill, saw another one of them sitting on the ground and leaning against the tree.

"Ooof…!" He fell again while he climbed up the hill when he turned his attention to see what was in front of him. "God damn it, no!" he exclaimed, rushing to be on his feet again as he crawled away. "This ain't gonna happen!" The male continued to push himself to get over the hump and felt relieved when he saw a fence.

He stumbled once more while he headed to the wooden fence, but he caught himself instead of falling. He could hear the things behind him as they were catching up to him, and they were on his heels. "Hup…!" he let out in an airy voice when he jumped up on the fence and clung to it like a monkey to a tree.

With all of the strength in his arms, the redhead pulled himself up on top of the fence along with allowing some grunts to escape. "Whoa…!" he said with a hint of surprise as his being continued moving forward. He then landed on the green grass of the other side of the fence and groaned. "Aaah…fuuuck…"