Chapter 1: Another Day
Authors Note: Got hooked into the video games so I made this. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own the walking dead.
"Hey," A gruff voice said. I didn't budge. After that night of celebrating the arrest and conviction of Lee Everett I was fifty-fifty on calling in sick. I was then woken up by a smack in the arm. "Devon, wake your lazy ass up!"
"I'm up!" I snapped. I looked over at Jack who was driving our cruiser in the direction of the hospital. I looked over at Jack. "Geez, what the hell are we even doing anyways?"
"There have been reports of aggravated assault at the hospital and we are going down there to straighten things out." He said. "Take the shotgun with us this time, I don't want to risk some punk getting breaking into the car and trying to steal it again."
"That was one time and we arrested his ass in time." I grabbed the shotgun and pulled the shells out of the glove compartment. I slowly loaded them into the chamber while helicopters constantly flew over us. "What the hell is going on that requires that many helicopters?"
"Something big buddy, something big." He said.
After I had loaded the gun we pulled into the hospital parking lot. Jack nearly ran over a few idiots who ran out in front of him. Everyone had the same panicked expression as they ran passed us. 'What the hell is going on?'
"Alright buddy, stay close." He shut off the engine and stepped out of the car. I did the same and took the shotgun with me. I was going to need it. We ran up to one of the doctors.
"What is the situation?" He asked. The woman was covered in blood and was sobbing uncontrollably. "HEY!"
"Jack," I snapped. "She's scared out of her mind and is mumbling incoherently. She isn't telling us anything." He looked over at me and I nodded towards the doors. "Lets go finds some of our boys and they can give us a good idea on what is going on."
We make our way inside past all the frantic patients and screaming doctors only to find a couple of our boys bleeding out on the ground. One was bleeding from the neck while the other was trying like hell to stop the bleeding.
"What the hell happened?" I shouted kneeling next to the two.
"We were trying to restrain this psycho who started freaking out on the doctors." He snapped as he desperately wrapped bandages around his friends bleeding neck. "This guy down in the morgue was playing possum and he bit my friend. He took a huge chunk out of his neck."
He removed his hands and showed the rather large gash on his jugular, he wouldn't last long without proper treatment. I stood on my feet.
"Where is the guy who bit him?" I asked.
"I shot the son of a bitch in the leg, before dragging him outside."
"Let's go find a doctor and detain the son of a bitch." Jack said, rushing down the hallway. I looked down at the two officers before looking back at Jack. "What about these two?"
"We can't help them until we find a doctor." I was still freaking out. "There's got to be one who will have the balls to stick around long enough to help us." I felt something smacking my leg. I look down at the cop.
"Just go he doesn't have long." The cop snapped.
I nodded and quickly followed Jack down into the morgue. I noticed it got quieter as we moved. There were also traces of fresh blood running along the walls and pools of it built up on the floor.
'What the fuck happened here?'
"Devon, get in here!" Jack shouted from inside the morgue.
I quickly rushed inside and upon entry I almost lost my lunch all over the floor. The morgue was covered in blood and the floor was littered in corpses and human organs. There were no weapons or any signs of forced entry. Except for a few of the doors on the wall that were open.
I walked over to the storage compartments and checked them for bodies.
"Empty." I said.
"What the fuck is going on?" Jack growled, running a hand through his hair. He scanned the room and shrugged his shoulders. I guess he was banking for a doctor to be here. "Well that's it. There aren't any damn doctors left."
"Shit, what do we do about that poor bastard upstairs?" I asked.
Before he could answer he let out a loud scream. I jumped as he started limping away from a nearby medical table. I looked down at his feet and feel myself drain of color as his right ankle gushes out blood. I quickly rush over to him but immediately jump back when an arm swings out at me from under the table.
I aim my shotgun down at the assailant and bark at him to come out from hiding. He responded with incoherent snarls and gurgles. This guy must be hopped up on something heavy to kill all these people.
A fat guy in jeans and a flannel shirt slides out from under the table and slowly stands to his feet. He leaned on his right leg, since his left one had a bullet hole in his kneecap. He must have been the one who bit that poor bastard earlier, but that wasn't his only odd feature. His eyes were disoriented, his skin was a sickly pale grey and above all else he smelled like shit. I keep my gun on him.
"I said stand down, or I'll put you down!" I warned.
He didn't listen to me. Instead he lunged at me, pinning me against the wall. I assumed he was going for my shotgun, but he seemed hell bent on biting my neck. I head butted his nose before kicking him in the stomach. He staggered back before lunging at me again. He left me no choice but to put him down.
My shotgun at close range turned his head into a pulpy mess. My stomach started to do summersaults and my legs gave away as I fell against the wall stunned and afraid. I stared at the now headless corpse for an hour feeling nothing but dread until I was brought back by Jack's groaning.
"Devon, get up buddy I need ya." He grunted. I was by his side in a second. He was clenching his ankle trying to put pressure on it to stop the bleeding.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Hell no, son of a bitch tore a chunk clean off the back of my ankle." We both looked down at the large wound on his ankle. "Do me a favor and grab some of that alcohol and those bandages."
I nod and quickly rush over to the medicine cabinet. There through the glass sat a bottle of alcohol and bandages. I raised my shotgun and smash the butt through the glass and quickly grabbed the items.
I unscrewed the cap and dumped some on his ankle. He shouted through his teeth while gripping my shoulder painfully but he was tough, he could handle it. After that I wrapped it up with a bandage to stop the bleeding. Once everything was good I helped him to his feet.
"Okay, let's get the fuck back to the station." He sighed before he pulled out my handgun and fired off a round right next to my head. My ears were ringing and I pressed down on them trying to dull the pain. I looked behind me and jumped when I saw one of the doctors from before, lying on the ground with a hole in his head.
"What the fuck Jack!?"
"Hey don't freak out at me!" He said, shoving my gun into my chest before bending down and picking up his own. "He had just gotten up and he wasn't looking to make friends."
"That's it screw it." I holstered my pistol and cocked my shotgun. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
"Fuck yeah," He reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys. "Take them, I can't drive."
"You got it, you need a hand?" He was limping pretty badly. He just waved me off.
"Go on ahead, I can make it." I nodded and took the lead.
I treaded lightly up the stairs and down the hall. I stopped at the corner and poked my head carefully around to see what awaited us. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The cop from before the one who was bitten in the neck was ripping the organs out of his friend's stomach and eating them.
"What the fuck!?" I aimed my gun down the hall. The cop looked up from his victim and let out a feral snarl. I moved in and I blew his goddamn head off only for more of these sick bastards just pop up out of the woodwork.
I unloaded another couple rounds at the bastards but they just kept coming and running out of shells didn't help. I quickly reach into my pocket and pull out a handful of shells. I frantically loaded my shotgun with shaky hands and end up dropping a few shells. I looked up and flinched when a few of them had backed me against the wall. I hadn't even noticed how close they were to me.
One let out a growl and quickly lunged towards me, before I could protect myself I jumped at a loud gun shot and watched as his brains flew all over the place. A few more shots were fired, killing off the rest of these sick fucks. I looked over at the corner and smiled.
"Jack, you rotten bastard I could kiss you." I chuckled.
"You have to buy me dinner first asshole." He joked as he loaded a new clip. "Come on let's get over to my house, my girlfriend should be there. I hope."
"She is brother. Let's just get the hell out of here." I quickly picked up the shells off the ground and finish loading up my gun. We picked off a few more of these bastards on the go before I open up the back door to our car.
"Why do I gotta sit in the back?" He complains. I roll my eyes at his bullshit attitude.
"Because there are too many of these things on the passenger side, now quit your bitching and get the fuck in!" I snapped at him before shoving him inside.
I quickly tossed my gun in the passenger seat before fumbling for the keys and sitting down myself. I shut the door right as one of those creeps start clawing at me. I grimaced at the blood dripping from his mouth and cringe at the smell of his rotten flesh. I didn't waste any more time.
I started up the car and whipped right out of the parking lot. I drove at break neck speed, nearly missing a few cars along the way to Jack's house. All the while Jack was screaming at me to slow down.
"Devon, slow the hell down!" He shouted. "I want to get there but I want to get there alive."
"Sorry," I ease up on the accelerator and feel the car slow down. "This is just…what the fuck is this?"
"I know how you're feeling. That shit was crazy back there." I noticed more of those things clawing at people as we passed them by. My first instinct is to stop and help them, but I got to get my friend home to his girl.
We quickly pull up to his house and he doesn't waste any time getting out. He limps up to the door and I follow after him while gripping my shotgun. He unlocks the door and steps in and I follow him after making sure we were in the clear. When we were inside we noticed that a lot of the windows were boarded up and the furniture was moved around blocking the patio doors and back doors.
"Jen, are you home?" He asked as I closed the door and locked it up tight.
"Jack, I'm in the guest room!" She shouted from upstairs.
Jack quickly ran upstairs and I followed after him up into his guestroom. Inside Jennifer was tending to an old man, who was passed out on the bed with a young woman holding his hand on the side.
"What's going on?" I asked. Jennifer looked up at me.
"These two were being chased by those…things." She pointed out the window. "I saw them and I ran down to help them. Her father started freaking out and had a heart attack down in the street. I couldn't just leave them."
"It's alright you did the right thing." Jack said. The woman didn't once take her eyes off her father. Her eyes were tired and wrinkled, poor thing has probably been running from these things non-stop. I could tell her father was something of a grouch due to that permanent scowl on his face. I can't imagine what her life has been like.
"You should rest." I told her.
"I'm fine," She said scowling at me. Okay, she is just as much a treasure. She let out a tired sigh. "Sorry, I've been on the move since this morning and haven't had a chance to stop and take a breath."
"It's cool, just try and take care of yourself in the process." I reassured before leaving the room. I stepped out in the hallway and saw Jennifer supporting Jack. I didn't notice it before, but he was sweating bullets and his skin was pale white. "Are you okay man?"
"Yeah, I think this wound is infected though." He groaned. I knelt down and checked his bite. I peeled off the bandage and cringed at his wound. The flesh around the bite was starting to turn green and his veins were looking black. Jenny took a look as well. "What the hell is going on?"
"I don't know it is looking like blood poison." She said in a nervous tone. "I'm gonna take him to his room. You can have the spare room."
"Nah I'll take the couch and keep guard." I said. "Maybe keep the lights off too. We don't want any of these things thinking someone lives here."
"Good idea, well I guess we'll see you in the morning." She assured sheepishly. She helped Jack up to their room and I made my way to the living room.
I kept the lights off and the blinds closed. I quickly and quietly barricaded the doors. I moved the coffee table against the backdoor and the couch against the front door. I carefully peeked through the blinds and noticed that these dead things these walkers are more in number now than they were before.
I quickly pull away from the window and sit down on the recliner with my shotgun in lap. I listen to them scratch against the house and growl amongst themselves. I thought back to what had happened back at the hospital. These things were not too bright and they were slow as hell. I think we can take them.
"Hey."
I jumped up gripping my shotgun tight. I looked over at the hallway and saw the girl from before holding her handgun in her right hand. I guess she got tired of looking over her father.
"Hey, how is your dad?" I asked trying to ease the tension.
"He's fine. I'm Lilly by the way. That was my dad Larry." She said and took a seat on the dining room chair.
"I' m Devon." I introduced myself. "I'm a cop for Macon, that guy up there was my partner Jack. We were trying to evacuate the doctors and patients at the hospital when these things just swarmed us."
"Same here, I was stationed at Robins Air Force Base." She explained. "Desk job, but I saw my fair share of combat. It's ho I know how to handle this. My dad and I were meeting for breakfast when…my mom didn't make it."
"Sorry to hear that." I said sincerely. "So, what exactly are your plans for well this crap?"
"Get the hell out of the town and stick to the country side I guess." She shrugged. Seemed like a good enough plan.
"I've seen these things," I started. "and all they do is eat. They have no real motor functions other than walking. They are slow and they have no real intelligence. If we stick to the woods, maybe we can hold out somewhere until this all gets sorted out."
"Seems good, I think I might know a few places." She pondered while rocking her chair back and forth. "I'll talk to my dad about it later in the morning."
"Okay, I'll prepare our gear. What little food we have, some guns around the house and we'll head out at first light."
"Great, well I'll see you in the morning." She smiled. She headed off to the guest room and I made my way into the kitchen. Lucky for us Jen went shopping. I jumped when I heard gunfire from just a few houses away.
I sat back down and kept a firm grip on my gun, just another day in paradise, and possibly our last.