Out Break- Paul
Paul flopped down in the chair the faced the TV. His head hit the back and he sighed. He'd been on his feet for ten hours and they where throbbing. He let out a groaned as he kicked off his shoes. They hit the floor with a small thump.
He smiled as the cool air hit his feet. He reached down the side of the chair pulled the lever. The chair turned into a recliner and propped his feet up.
With his other hand he reached out and found the remote. He hit the bright red power button. The TV clicked and the picture slowly started to show.
As the picture came on Paul saw the news. In the middle of the street stood the field reporter, the man was talking fast really fast. Over the shoulder of the reporter was the backs of the police all lined up in single file with their shield up and together. Farther behind them a crowd was running at straight at the police.
The anchor's picture came up beside the reporters and asked him to slow down and talk a little slower. Slowly the man let out a breath to get control and to stop from talking so fast.
"As you see behind me the police are preparing to stop the rioters from moving any farther down this road. The police have setup similar blocks around this area." As he said it part of the group of 'rioters' veered off down another street. The sound of screaming could be heard not far off.
The anchor touched her ear piece and took in all that was being told to her. While this happened the door of one of the houses along the street opened and out stepped a mother and her child.
An officer picked up a microphone and yelled for them to get back inside of their house. The lady looked at him like he was stupid. She shook her head and turned to get in her car. When she turned she and her child where tackled by a few of the 'rioters'. Screams erupted from where they once stood. One of the officers swore and broke formation to save the woman.
A few of the officers looked at one another and in unison they caught up with the other officer and charged with him. The screams ended suddenly and the cops looked worried. A few shook their heads but they kept marching on. All at once they stopped a few yards away from the charging horde.
The officers raised their shields bracing for the impact that was coming. All at once the horde slammed into the officers a few staggered back a step but rushed back up and plugged the holes. Fists slammed down upon the shields and teeth snapped. An officer shoved one of the 'rioters' back but another shoved forwards. His shield slipped leaving an opening. A blood stained face slipped in and bit the officer's arm. The teeth sunk through the officers clothing and into the skin. Blood spewed from the wound sprayed the creature in the face.
The officer pulled out his club and hit the head of the rioter. It didn't seem to affect him. He just kept on biting the officer's arm, their teeth sinking in deeper and deeper. Finally after seeing that he wasn't even phasing the rioter the officer cried out. "Get this nut job off of me."
The closest officers looked over at their comrade with concern. One moved to help his friend. As he shifted his weight the person banging on his shield gave a shove or was shoved from behind. The officer gave a startled shout of surprise as he fell down on his back.
Immediately two rioters rushed through hole and attacked the downed officer. He screamed out as they pulled and bit him. The officer thrashed around and kicked of one them off. The rioter flew back and tripped another officer, who fell on top of the man. He struggled to get to his feet but the man he'd fell on grabbed him from behind and clamped on to the back of his neck.
In a matter of seconds the line fell and officers where taken down. A few started to fall back as the order to use force on any and all hostile forces. The reining officers pulled out their side arms and pointed them into the crowd. The first few that surged forwards where shot rapidity in the chest.
The force of the shots made them stagger but they didn't go down. The charged forward and attacked the officers. The reporter announced that they where pulling back to a safer location but five of the rioters seemed to have different ideas. The charged the cameraman and reporter. As the cameraman and reporter the camera dropped and faced the backs of the two fleeing. The audience watched at the five rioters tackled the two and started to bit into them and rip the flesh off.
Paul looked on to the mayhem that was happening and shook his head.
The screaming form the TV filled his head.
The anchor was screaming turn. "TURN IT OFF. TURN IT OFF NOW!" The image from the reporters camera cut and only the image of the anchor was the only one left.
They took a breath and shook his head like Paul was. "I'm sorry you all saw that. WE would have cut it out sooner but we were having some technical difficulties."
Paul snorted and said. "Ya technical difficulties my ass. You left it on for the ratings you assholes." He shook his head again and flipped the channel. This time a local news station came on.
The Paul smiled as he watched his mother sitting there at the anchor desk. She sat there behind the desk in her gray suit with her hair in a high bun. She coughed into her fist and started to talk.
"Today in Pentenstion County there has been multiple account of assault and battery case. I'm sorry to say that some of those have turned into fatalities." She shook her head and sighed.
Paul sighed like his mother and hoped that none of those people where people he knew. His mind stared to wonder if Victoria was one of those people. Just as soon as the though had entered his mind he shook it away. "Na she's ok. She's a strong girl and can take anything that can come at her." He though.
He turned his attention back to the TV; his mother was touching her ear peace just like the other anchor had. She looked up with a shocked face.
Paul kicked down seat and leaned on the edge of the seat. He knew that if his mother looked like that then something was really wrong.
His mother shook her head refusing to believe what she'd been told. "This is news that has just came in. The victims in Pentenstion County that have died are…. are…. Well they've risen from the grave and are attacking people." She coughed after she said that. "All persons are advised to stay away form Heritage Hospital and Jensper Hospital. It is said that these people are rising from the dead and attacking anyone they see."
The camera cut and showed a picture of Jensper hospital. Men and women where fleeing the hospital in the flocks. Paul watched as a few people covered in blood raced from the building and tackled a fleeing woman. Paul saw them start to rip and bit at her just like he'd seen happen with the police officers. The van door shut and the station cut back to his mother.
Paul blinked and sat there letting his mind wonder where he'd heard that hospital name from. Then it clicked Victoria lived near there, she lived maybe only ten blocks away. Paul sat up and slipped on his shoes and raced to his mother's room. He opened her dresser and started to rummage through it until he found what he needed.
He held up his mothers Browning Highpower. He popped the clip out and checked it. He pushed the clip back in and grabbed the extra clip his mother kept. He turned and ran to the door leading out of the apartment. As the door closed he heard his mother say on the TV "Paul, please stay inside…."
He closed the door and shook his head. "Sorry mom can't do." He whispered has he basically ran down the stairs two at a time and out the door into the building garage. He pulled out the keys to his Chevy and hit the button to unlock the door.
He jumped in and started the engine and backed out of the parking space. He pulled out of the garage and raced down the street. He passed several cops that where heading in every which direction.
Paul made a turn down the street to Victoria's home. He pushed the petal to the floor and hoped that she was alright; hope that he made it in time. He slammed on the breaks as he almost hit a car. His head hit the steering wheel and bounced off. He shook his head dazed for a second.
A hand slammed on his window. The hand was dirty and covered in dried blood. Paul looked at the hand as it raised back and slammed back down on his window. Paul looked at the man slamming on his window. His face looked ok but when his eyes went lower he was the man's intestines hanging from his ripped open stomach.
"Shit" Paul said as he hit the gas and swerved around the parked car. His truck lurched forward so fast that it pushed Paul back against his seat.
Ten minutes and three dead bodies later Paul stopped the truck in front of Victoria's house. The front door was open and Paul jumped out of the truck leaving the door to his truck open. He ran with everything he had into the house.
He ran into the living room and yelled "VICTORIA!" His first sight was that of Victoria's mother charging at Victoria. He shouted again. "MOVE!" Victoria's mother froze and turned towards Paul. She opened her mother as if to scream at him but only blood spewed from where her throat had been.
Paul pulled his gun from pants and aimed. The mother charged at him and made Paul's first shot hit her in the shoulder. Victoria's mother spun around and fell to the floor. At first she didn't move and Paul thought she was truly dead now. He lowered the gun right when her head popped up and looked straight at Paul.
Paul jumped and pulled the trigger by accident. The gun fired off and the shot seemed to echo in Paul's ears. The bullet left the gun and traveled straight into the top of Victoria's mother's skull.
Her head slumped and hit the floor but Paul didn't lower the gun this time. He kept it aimed right at the mother and slowly moved over to Victoria. When he was right near her he dropped the gun and went down next to her and started to hug her.
He pulled back and looked at her. "Are you alright?" he asked.
Victoria looked a little confused but nodded. "Yes I am now." She wiped away a tear that was falling from her cheek.
Paul stood up and held his hand out to her and helped her to her feet as he tucked the gun back into his pants. "Come on we have to go." He said and started to pull her towards the door.
At first she went along with him but then she stopped and wouldn't move. "We have to go grab York." She said and dashed off towards her baby brother's room.
Paul stood there for a second waiting for her to come back with her brother when he heard her scream. Paul ran off down the hall towards the brothers room.
