I think I've officially run out of ideas...:p


Everyone had been wrong about what Bates had been up to, everyone except for George. He had seen the real truth behind the madman's actions and it was this firm belief in the unbelievable that would have saved them, would had saved everyone if only people had listened to him. As it was, many civilians died that day, but even more peace keepers perished. The first of which was one of George's oldest friends, Henry Higgins. Both had gone down to deal with the disturbance, now known as hells gate, and lamentably, none of the lads had been armed. It was utter chaos when they arrived, people screaming and being attacked and eaten all over the place.

There was no time to run back to the station house to grab some fire power so they made due with their batons. After the lads attacked the attackers with a few good whacks to the back and nothing happened, many lost heart and some even fled. George did his best to rally the remaining troops and explain the situation. They stared at him with disbelief even though the proof was right in front of their eyes. Finally they came out of their dazes and were roused past their fear and urged to fight. Making an educated guess he showed them how and with the first zombies head bashed in, they got to work, many screaming war cries as they went about it.

Unfortunately, a zombie came up from behind and bit Henry half through his neck. Henry screamed terribly, a bloodcurdling scream that to this day would be forever burned in his mind. George watched in horror as Henry collapsed and the undead creature continued to devour him, ripping into his stomach cavity and pulling out his intestines. In the few seconds that this went down in, George made his way over to the devil, nimbly dodging other fiends, and kicked it in the head with his heavy duty police issued boots. The mans face caved inwards and the zombie fell backwards still stirring feebly. George stomped on its head a few times, well and truly putting an end to its disgusting existence and then turned to kneel down by his dying friend.

He took his hand and held it tight and was surprised when their eyes met and Henry said in garbled barely intelligible words, "Looks like you were finally right, George."

Henry died before he could respond and George cried out in a primal way, directing the attention of both comrades and zombies. They were all infuriated by his death and as such launched into a blood lust and more savagery than was warranted. This in turn resulted in mindless behaviour, mimicking their adversaries, which caused another death from the constabulary as they were not paying proper attention to the dangers around them. Somehow they persevered and took out the rest of the zombies present. Still, George knew there were more out there somewhere and it wouldn't hurt to have a gun this time so as to avoid getting too close and personal again.

Blood spattered and emotionally hurting they made their way back to the station house, George taking a side route to check on Emily. It was a good thing too for not a second after he arrived outside the morgue, than a creature almost took a bite out of her! Reacting purely on instinct he launched himself at the zombie and knocked it over. Even before they hit the ground it's jaws were chomping, attempting to break through his succulent flesh. And it very nearly succeeded, ripping through a patch of his cotton uniform before George had a chance to push off of it and viciously whack in its skull.

Emily stared in shocked silence as she took in what he just did and the sight of his dishevelled appearance and hate filled eyes.

"George," she said nervously with a hand on his shoulder.

He flinched at the contact and almost attacked her before he realized who she was.

"You just killed a man," she said slowly, letting the words wash over her.

"He was no man."

"George?"

"I'll explain in a little while."

She nodded as though this was perfectly acceptable.

"Are you all right? Are you injured at all?"

"I'm fine," he grunted.

"Are you quite sure?"

"Yes!" he snapped. "Now come along Emily," he said grabbing her by the arm and half dragging her, "we need to regroup at the station house!"

"George, let go! You're hurting me! You're scaring me too!"

Something in her voice broke through his fog filled mind and he released his grip on her and blinked a few times. "I'm sorry," he said softly. "I don't know what came over me."

Suddenly he broke down and started sobbing into her bewildered embrace and she just held him, eyes darting around constantly, wondering what the hell was going on.

Eventually he pulled himself together and they pushed their way through a growing throng of people outside the station house only to be accosted by a more irate than usual Brackenreid.

"Crabtree! What the bloody hell is going on! The lads aren't making any sense!"

George didn't respond and instead punched him in the face! Brackenreid stumbled back a few steps both from shock and the force of the blow.

"George!" exclaimed Emily.

"Crabtree, what the hell?!"

George attempted to pummel him but two of the other lads grabbed a hold of him and held him back.

"Are you off your nut, son?" bellowed the inspector, rubbing his jaw.

"It's your fault!" George screamed, trying to break away.

"What's my fault?!"

"Henry's death!" he cried, voice suddenly very hoarse.

The colour drained from the inspectors face.

"Bloody hell," the inspector said quietly, sitting on the edge of a desk, staring blankly ahead of him.

"If you had let me break out the armoury like I wanted, this never would have happened! But you were too pig headed to believe me about the zombie army and now he's dead! Henry's dead!"

All the strength left his body and he started to sob anew, Emily coming to his aid once more, holding him close, face stricken as well.

Except for George's anguish, an evil silence pervaded the space until the cries of the citizens outside broke through their troubled minds.

Inspector Brackenreid snapped to attention and said, "His death was a terrible tragedy...but we still have work to do! There are more...zombies to be taken care of. So let's break out the armoury and get to it! Try to stay in pairs..." his voice trailed off, with a quick glance at George. "I want reports every half an hour until this thing has been taken care of!"

Many looked anxious about the prospect of going back out there again but they nevertheless headed in the direction of the armoury. George couldn't muster the strength to follow his comrades and simply continued to settle into Emily's embrace.

That is until Dr. Ogden came bursting through the side door and exclaimed, "Has anyone seen William?!"