I slept for only a short time before the familiar ring of my cell began to sing. I reached my arm out from underneath my pillow and fumbled around on my nightstand trying to locate the ringing. I finally found it after knocking my alarm clock and a glass of water to the floor.
"Shit!" I cursed softly. I opened my phone gently and snapped into the speaker "What!?"
"Yo Leon, it's Jack, don't tell me you were asleep man." I rolled over and glanced at my clock radio on the floor.
"It's three A.M asshole. Now what do you want? I'm tired!
"Alright," he said cutting to the chase, "You gotta get down here…"
"What? To the station? Now? Why?"
"Dude…we got something down here you're not gonna believe. You gotta see this man."
"Can't you just tell me what the hell it is?"
"…You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"…Alright, gimmie a half hour."
"See you here."
"Yeah."
I slid out of bed rubbing my swollen eyes. My head was pounding with a terrible headache. I was so tired that my eyes were just tiny slits, barely even open at all. I grabbed my jeans and my old grey A.C.P.D hoodie (Atrum City Police Department) from the back of my desk chair and carlessly threw them on. Going outside to my squad car parked in my dirt driveway, I pulled my hood over my head as the cold nipped the back of my neck and tips of my ears. My car was filthy. You could barely see its white body color from the thick coating of mountain mud and city asfault, ugh, I needed to get this baby washed. The city was about 6 miles down the road tucked in between two mountains in the great state of Colorado. I glanced at my car clock, 3:15. Dammit Jack, my next shift started at 9 and I wanted all the sleep I could get. I didn't understand what was so damn important that it couldn't wait until a decent hour of the day.
Most of Atrum was quiet at this time. Whoever had patrol duty tonight was doing a shitty job because I spotted at least three men drunk in public. I rolled up to the station at about 3:25 and parked outback. When I opened the old heavy door the echo of my boots bounced through the drafty coridors followed by a loud BAM of the door slamming behind me. I found Jack sitting at a desk in the small survalence office. He looked the same he always did. It didn't matter that it was almost 4 in the morning, his dark brown hair was combed perfectly and his exuberent blue eyes beamed brightly. He had a devilish smirk spread wide across his face revealing his pearly whites as he texted someone on his cell, talking about god only knows what.
"Alright Jack, you dragged me out of bed at 3, whatever it is you need to show me better be pretty damn special because if it's not you better watch your back buddy."
"Well, you just wait 'till you see what I've got here."
"What?"
He leaned over at a small T.V labled "cell 3" and pointed at what appeared to be a man.
"See that guy right there, I swear to god he's possesed or something…"
"…You woke me up and dragged me down here 'cause you got the chills over some guy? Man you are weak.
"No! I mean, the guy isn't even speaking right, his words are just..like..mumbles. You can't even understand one word that comes out of his mouth. He doesn't acknowledge anything. I offered him some food and he just gave me this glazed over look like he hadn't ever seen food before…He's been acting really weird man."
"I'll check it out." I said grabbing a maglight.
"Uh, I'll come too."
Our boots made rhythmic beats as we walked to the mysterious individual's cell. Jack took out his blackjack and wrapped on the bars.
"Hey mumbles! Come here! That's right, you!"
The mans jaw was dropped open and a steady stream of drool fell from his mouth. He staggered with his arms outstretched towards us and fell carelessly against the bars.
"Good God…" Was all I managed to squeeze out.
My stomach twisted inside me and it felt as though my heart plunged down into my feet. There was no doubt in my mind that this was a zombie. I could recognize it straite away, the drool, the pale skin, glazed eyes, it was a zombie. The Racoon City outbreak was put on hush hush, the government payed the survivors of the "incident" to keep their mouths shut and pretend that it never happened. If anyone knew the horrers of what took place in Racoon City and the sick experiments still being held at Umbrella Corp., the general public would flip a shit.
"So what do you think it is?" Jack asked me as he shined the bright light into the thing's eyes.
I played stupid and answeared, "I don't know…"
It threw itself at me again and again almost as though it were taunting me, like it could see everything I've been through. "Jack, I got to go." I turned around and took off down the hall, scared for my sanity, was there no end to this?
"What? Where are you going? Dude, shouldn't we figure out what this guy's deal is?" I didn't even respond, I just kept going, running now. I got back in my car and locked the doors. Gently I rested my head against the steering wheel perplexed, this can't happen, not again. The only people that knew about the previous outbrake cases were all the officials and big wigs up on capital hill. How would I escape this? I refused to let this happen. The secret needed to get out, people needed to get to safty, now.
