AN: This is going to be a long chapter and hopefully will make it worth all of the wait. The first few chapters have been going a little slowly, but it will pick up in not too long. The poll is still on my profile, so if you want you're voice heard, you better do it soon. It will be closed by chapter 6.
Chapter 3:
Leap Of Fear
The group reached the third floor and stared in awe at the hundreds upon hundreds of drinks that lined the walls. "Don't even think about it," warned Cindy.
"It should be awhile before they can get up here," said Kevin. "If we can get to the roof, then we can take the fire escape down and run to safety. Cindy, how do we get up to the roof?"
"There's a shutter at the far end of the hall that will take us right up. Follow me." Everyone started following Cindy down the rows of liquor.
"I can't believe it," exclaimed Jim. "We're going to make it!"
"Reminds me of when I left Nam," Mark commented.
"You're a Vet, huh," said David.
"Yeah, so I'll be damned if napalm and rifles couldn't take me down but a bunch of drunks were able to kill me. I'm surviving this. I'll swear to god on that. Not that it'll matter any."
"What do you mean?" asked Yoko.
"God doesn't answer you're prayers when you really need him to. I just learned that now."
"I still don't..."
"As soon as I was on the plane home, I prayed to god for one very important, yet simple, thing. I remember my words to this day. 'Please lord, never again.' Yet here I am, right back in the battlefield."
"I don't think you should blame god for this," David said.
"Why?"
"Because this fucked up shit is about as far away from god's creation that I can think of. No, only mankind could make zombies a real thing."
"Wait a minute," Kevin stopped David. "Zombies? You're actually calling these people zombies?"
"Well, let's see. They attack humans, moan, infect living things once bitten, and apparently they make you come back to life after they eat you. You've got a better name for them?"
"I don't know, but calling them zombies is just plain stupid. Next you'll say that we need to go to the shopping mall."
"Hey!" Mark interrupted. "Quit with the stupid arguments! Do you know what happened to the soldiers who fought with themselves instead of the enemy back in Nam? They died, because in war, everyone either works together, or they die by themselves. If we let ourselves be torn apart by something as stupid as what to call these things, than there is no way that any of us will get out of here alive. The sooner you get it through you're thick skulls, the sooner we get to safety. Any more arguments?" Everyone was quiet. "Good."
The rest of the trip to the shutter went by quicker now that no one slowed down to talk. After three turns in the hall, the group made it to a heavy metal gate that separated them from the steps to the roof. Cindy went to press the button to open it and got her hand zapped.
"Shit!" she swore. "Of all the times for this stupid thing to break down..."
"Can't we just bust this thing?" suggested Alyssa.
"You can try," said Cindy.
"Stand back," Mark said as he grabbed a metal pipe in the corner and swung as hard as he could at the shutter. It rattled for a few seconds, but didn't even get a dent.
"Let me try," Kevin said.
"Don't bother," said Bob. "Mark has one of the meanest swings that I've ever seen. That thing isn't budging."
"Great, just when we think that we're out, we have one more problem to get by. I don't suppose that there's another way."
"No," Cindy sadly said. "This is the only way to the roof. We're stuck."
"Wait," Jim said." What about that vent over there." Jim pointed to a small hole near the ceiling at the top of a barrel rack to the right of the shutter. "If we could find a way up there..."
"We can't all fit through there," interrupted Kevin.
"No," Cindy said while thinking, "but if one of us gets through, they might be able to open the shutter from the other side!" Cindy got renewed hope in her mind.
"Okay, but how do we get up there?" asked Kevin.
"Why don't we just use the ladder," Jim suggested, pointing out the ladder to the top of the barrel racks that no one else noticed.
"But what about the giant gap between the two racks?"
"We use the box on the forklift as a bridge," said Alyssa. Cindy was in thinking mode again and started looking through the bottles of alcohol.
"We can't use the forklift. We don't have the key for it."
"Fuck!" Jim blurted out. "We were so close to getting out of here, and now we can't because of a stupid key!"
"Calm down Jim," Mark said. "Be a good soldier and keep your cool." He turned towards Alyssa. "Don't suppose you can pick the keyhole."
"No," she answered. "Doesn't work for cars or machinery. Don't want someone to get a hold of this and steal a car." Everyone thought for a few moments while Cindy continued to look through the racks. "Does anyone know how to hot-wire a car?" No one spoke up. The feeling of defeat was settling into them.
"Yes!" cried out Cindy. "Found it!"
"Found what?" Kevin asked.
"I found Jack's favorite beer." Everyone looked at her like she was crazy. "No, listen. Jack once told me that he kept all of the keys to the machines in a drawer. He also said that it could only be opened with the drink he liked the most."
"Wait," Kevin stepped in. "Are you saying that the bottle that you're holding is a key to the key to the forklift?"
"Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying."
"Nice going Cin," said George. "Where's the drawer with the keys in it?"
Cindy paused for a second. No one liked where this was going. "It's back in Jack's office."
"Of coarse it is," David said. "Otherwise it'd be too easy for us."
Back at the Raccoon City Precinct...
"Harry," said a man with graying-black hair in uniform walking into an office at the second story of the building, "we need you to come with us."
"I don't think I can Elliot," said a red haired officer with glasses. " I have too much work here to leave."
"Forget paper work. This is serious. A huge group of people are attacking civilians."
"I know, but other officers have already been sent down there hours ago. There's no need to worry."
"Yes, there is. The officers are dead."
"What?"
"Well, more like eaten."
"What!"
"I know how it sounds, and that's why we need to hurry. Now, where's Kevin?"
"H..He's at J's Bar. I was covering for him."
"Crap. That puts us down one man."
"Two, actually," Harry said sheepishly. "I agreed to finish up Rita's work and she went home."
"Dammit Harry!" Elliot obviously wasn't happy with his comrade at the point. "Get your gun. You're with me and Eric."
"What are we supposed to do?"
"Gather up as much C4 and explosives as you can. We have a plan. It's risky, but we can't let anyone else get killed. Raymond, Arthur, and Dorian are going to be evacuating the immediate area as we do this."
"Okay, so what's the plan?"
Back at Jack's Bar...
Everyone was now at the door they just came through, knowing that they had to go back to where the zombies, as David called them, were in order to get to the roof.
"Alright, everyone know the plan?" Kevin asked.
"Yeah," replied Jim. "I protect Cindy as she goes into Jack's room and gets the key. You stand guard outside the door in case they see us."
"Good. Let's get this over with. Ready?" Jim and Cindy nodded their heads. "On three. One. Two." He paused. "Three!" David held the door open for them and quickly closed it as soon as they were out.
The trip back down the stairs was slow and quiet. The floor boards would creak when their feet pressed down on them. No one dared to make a noise in case the infected were right outside the door at the bottom of the steps.
Kevin was the first down, followed by Cindy, and Jim taking up the rear. Kevin put his hands on the knob, and slowly turned it. The door very gently opened just enough for Kevin to point his gun out. Nothing. That didn't mean that they weren't out there. They could've been just around the corner. Quickly, but quietly, he spun around, gun still pointed, and inspected the hall where the boards made the barricade. It was clear. Kevin gave the signal to go in. "Make it quick," he told Cindy and Jim as they walked back to Jack's office.
Cindy was filled with the feeling of dread. This was where she just killed her boss no more than half an hour ago. Walking in now didn't feel right, even though she knew she had to do it. The room gave off an even more spooky sense to it now that she knew what it contained, or at least used to contain. She tried to not make it bother her and get on with her mission, failing badly. Cindy was now trying to think of someway that Jack could use a bottle of liquor as a key. She was drawing a blank, until she saw the hollowed picture again. The hollow looked just like the shape of the bottle. It wasn't that hard to put two and two together. Knowing now what to do, she walked over to the oil painting. It was a tight fit, but it fit in the picture perfectly.
There was a clicking sound by the desk, as if something had unlocked itself. Cindy tried for the drawer that before was locked, and to her relief, it had opened. With a sigh, she sorted through the dozens of keys in the desk. It took her a little while, but she eventually found the one for the forklift. "Got it!" Cindy yelled over to Jim. He just stood there with a grin on his face. "All right, lets..."
bam... bam...
"Hurry up in there!" they heard Kevin scream. It was obvious what was happening, and it wasn't good.
It was getting pretty quiet up at the third floor. Everyone was just waiting for the others to get back with the key.
"So," started Alyssa to Yoko, "what's your story?"
"Huh?" Yoko asked.
"You seemed to have a pretty good arm back there with the crow. Where did you learn to shoot like that?"
"I already told you. I don't remember."
"You were serious about that?"
"Yeah. As far as I can remember, that was the first time I fired a gun." Yoko became deep in thought after that, as if trying to remember something. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a what looked like a cardkey.
"What's that?" Alyssa asked her.
"It's an I.D. for an Umbrella lab with my name on it."
"You work for Umbrella?"
"No. I don't know why I have this. I feel like if I keep this with me, I'll be able to remember one of these days. Right now, it's just a mystery."
Alyssa took a closer look at the I.D.. "It says here you're only twenty. You obviously didn't come here for drinks. Why are you in a bar then?"
"For awhile now, I've felt like I was being followed. I know. It sounds silly, but It has been really getting to me. I was starting to get scared; like I was going to get killed. I, ran. Just ran for it all of the sudden. This bar was simply the closest place I could hide."
The door to the down stairs all of the sudden slammed open with Cindy, Jim, and Kevin rushing through.
"We have to go, now!" Moans could be heard coming up the staircase.
Everyone ran back to the shutter, not daring to look back. Cindy was the first there and started putting the key into the forklift. Luckily, the lift controls weren't complicated to figure out, and she was able to get the crates up in a matter of seconds. "All right," she started. "Who's going up?"
"I'm the smallest. I should go," Yoko volunteered.
"Okay, the button to open the shutter should just be on the other side of it. Now, hurry up." Yoko did just that and climbed up the ladder. It was a tight fit but she was able to crawl through the tiny space between the stacks of alcohol and the ceiling. Slowly, she started crawling to the vent.
Everyone else, in the mean time, was either waiting for the shutter to open or getting ready to fight of all the zombies that had since busted through the door and were starting to turn the corner and get to them.
"Listen, Jim," Kevin started to say. "Your gun is only effective at close range. Don't go shooting unless they get too close for our comfort. Got it?"
"Got it," answered Jim. Even though he sounded calm, you could see he was sweating like a dog.
"Can Bob shoot?" Kevin asked Mark.
"I don't think so."
"Give the gun to me," David said. "I know how to fire."
"S...sure," Bob replied, very weakly, as he was leaning on Mark.
The moans were getting closer. A grisly hand was coming into view.
"Ready..." Kevin got them ready. "Aim..." They all tensed up on their guns. The first of the people was coming into view. "Wait for it. Waaaait for it." More and more of them kept showing up. "FIRE!"
Kevin, Mark, and David all started firing their handguns into the hearts and chests of their attackers. Despite all the bullets, nothing seemed to be fazing them.
"Somethings wrong," Mark stated the obvious. "No one should be able to take this kind of punishment and live, let alone still be standing."
"I don't get it," said Kevin. "I just killed one of them an hour ago, and I only used one bullet."
"You shot that guy in the head," David pointed out. "Thats got to be their weak point. Try blowing their brains out."
They all now tried to aim for their heads to see if that would even the odds. They had to do it fast. The zombies were getting closer by the second.
"Come on, Yoko," Kevin said to himself. "You can do it. I know you can."
Aiming for the head was starting to work to their advantage. While just shooting at one of the infected's heads didn't take it down automatically, they discovered that if they aimed at the center of their foreheads, it would cause them to go down. Some of the zombies were able to be killed, and their corpses made the ones behind them trip. Even though the group had managed to kill some of them, the undead were starting to get a little too close for comfort. That was Jim's cue.
With a wipe of the forehead, Jim cocked the gun, aimed at the closest one to him, and pulled the trigger. Jim was knocked back by the force of the gun and hit the ground. Once he brushed off the shock from the force, he looked back up at where he shot. What he saw was a body with the head completely blown off. That shocked him more than his sudden fall to the ground.
Even without the one man Jim blew to fuck, they were still in trouble. They were so distracted by the battle they were having that they didn't hear the sound of machines turning back where the others were. They only got out of their trance when they heard a voice screaming at them.
"The shutter is open!" It was Cindy. "Forget about those guys! Come on!"
The five men obeyed. With Kevin helping Mark move Bob again, they headed towards the newly opened entrance to the roof.
"How're you holding up, Bob?" Mark asked his friend. Even though he was still alive, Bob didn't give a response. "Stay with me, Bob. We can't loose you now."
After going through the shutter, they had to go up another row of stairs.
"Just up here and we'll be on the roof," Cindy stated. "Everyone hurry." They all did just that. Cindy and David were at the front, followed by George and Yoko, then Jim with Alyssa, and Kevin and Mark helping Bob in the back. But, they weren't the only ones making their way up the stairs.
"Shit!" Kevin yelled. "They're coming. Bob, work with us. We need your help." Bob only moaned. The infected were only a few steps behind them now, and they were barely over halfway up. What at one point seemed like dozens of people chasing after them, now became over a hundred people. If they caught up the the group, there would be no way to fend them all off.
"Ggggg...go," they heard Bob say. "Leave me before I get you killed too."
"Not a chance," said a determined Kevin. They were almost at the top, but so were the zombies. They only had a few steps to go. The three were going to make it... until, Kevin tripped on a step and fell down. Mark and Bob had avoided falling with him, but knew they couldn't get to Kevin before the others did.
Before Kevin could get to his gun, one of the creatures that were once human was literally on top of him, and the others were catching up. Kevin used his foot to keep the one that was over him at bay for awhile, but couldn't keep it up forever. He knew that he was a goner.
Time seemed to slow down for him at that moment. He felt helpless, afraid, he felt he let the others and himself down. Kevin wasn't thinking that it might have been because of him that the others made it to safety. That didn't matter to him at that moment. Sure he got them to the roof, but that didn't mean they were safe yet. They could all die and become like Will as soon as they were outside. As far as he was concerned, they were all already dead; and he could do nothing to stop it. All because of this, thing, that was any second now going to eat him alive. Kevin took this time to fully examine his killer. Rotting flesh, bloody hair, and the most horrific eyes he had ever seen. Those horrible, evil eyes. No pupil or even any irises. Just pure white and nothing more.
It was at that very moment that Kevin realized that the creature was no longer trying to gnaw at his flesh. It actually looked paralyzed. Then, Kevin noticed the doctor standing over him with his makeshift stun-rod. George turned his weapon over and hit the frozen enemy in the forehead with it. The infected man tumbled back to the bottom of the stairs and took just about every other zombie behind him with it.
Once Kevin's mind unfroze from the shock and put together what happened, he realized that he was holding his breath, and more importantly, realized that he was alive. After taking one big breath and shaking his head of the remaining shock, he remembered that he still had a job to do.
"You okay man?" George asked and offered his hand.
"Y..yeah. Thank-you." Kevin took his hand and was helped up off the stairs. "I was sure I was a goner there."
"Don't mention it. Like Mark said, we just have to look out for each other if we want to get out of here alive."
"Are you two okay?" asked Cindy.
"Yeah," replied George. They didn't have much longer time to talk. The zombies at the bottom of the stairs were starting to get up. George turned back to Kevin. "Ready to get out of this hell-hole?"
"Hell-yeah." With that, they rejoined the others at the top of the steps next to the door to the roof. "I swear to god if this door is locked."
Cindy turned the knob, and no, it was not locked. However, when she stepped outside, she was greeted with another crow flying straight at her face. Out of reflex, Cindy held her arms up to her face for protection, but never felt the crow hit her. She lowered her arms and saw David in front of her with a bloody knife, but no crow. Cindy then saw it on the ground. Déjà vu, she thought.
"Nice swing you have there," commented Mark. He didn't have time to respond, because they all started to hear more flapping wings. Once David spotted them, he expertly wielded his folding knife and took care of them like they were nothing. "Really nice swinging."
"Thank you David," Cindy finally said. "The fire escape is at the other end of the roof. We're almost there."
While they walked across the roof, Mark could tell that Bob wasn't going to stay conscious for much longer. "Just hold on Bob. We'll get you help soon."
"You know as well as everyone else that I can't make it down that fire escape."
"Don't worry. We'll think of something." Mark laid Bob on the side of a wall so they could rest before they moved on. "We've come too far to give up now. George, do you have any more medicine?"
"Yeah," the doctor said. "One second. I'll just..."
"No," Bob interrupted them. The others were more than a little taken aback by that. "Just face it Mark. I can't move anymore. I know me, and, I,I'm not going to be, someone, else's, b,burden." Without warning, Bob reached for Mark's gun and tried to aim it at his own head.
"BOB STOP!" Mark immediately grabbed Bob's hand to stop him from killing himself. Everyone else just stood at the side and let the two friends work this out.
"No. You don't understand, Mark. I'm no different from them." Mark just looked at him confused. To explain, Bob looked up to him and said, "I feel the hunger." Mark automatically knew what he meant. They all now knew why Bob was so weak for no apparent reason. He was infected, and was slowly becoming like the people they were running from. Mark took a step back, but refused to believe that his friend was turning into one of those, creatures. "So, please. Let me die while my," he held the gun up to his head again, "conscience remains."
Before anyone could do anything else, the trigger was pulled, and all Mark could hear was an echoing explosion from his own gun. "Bob?" he said as he leaned next to and shook the limp body of his closest friends. "BOB!"
No matter how hard he shook, everyone already knew the inevitable truth. Bob was dead. No one dared move or make a sound as Mark just leaned over Bob's dead body. They knew that they should give him a minute to mourn, especially Cindy. She remembered how she felt when she saw Will get munched on by the group of undead. She knew how he felt, and he needed time to gather his thoughts before he was ready to move on. At least, that's what she would be thinking if she weren't grabbed from behind.
"Ahhh," she screamed, making everyone, except Mark, turn their attention to her. She was being held by another one of her former employees. Without thinking, Kevin aimed his gun over Cindy's neck and aimed right at her grabber's forehead.
"Say goodnight!"
click...
Kevin froze as he remembered that he used all the bullets in the magazine on the ones at the third floor, and didn't swipe it for his other mag. That mistake might have just cost Cindy her life!
Cindy tripped on her own feet and fell to the ground, bringing her attacker with her. Now, no one had a shot at his head, at least not without hitting Cindy's head too. David and Alyssa were too far away and George couldn't use his weapon without electrocuting Cindy as well. The only reason George was able to use his weapon to help Kevin was because the rubber sole of Kevin's shoe grounded him from the electricity. Cindy couldn't keep him off any more, and the infected person was going to bite deep into her neck.
But he didn't. He was hit with with a metal pipe instead. The force of the swing caused his skull to shatter and destroy his brain. Cindy looked up to see the wielder of the pipe.
"Mark?" she said in astonishment. "Thank you."
"Me grieving over Bob wouldn't have been what he had wanted. He would have wanted me to help you guys."
"Bob made a noble sacrifice, Mark," said Kevin, after he changed his magazines. "He did what he had to do. I thank him for that, and I thank you for saving Cindy."
"Let's just find that fire escape." No one argued with him. They all continued to follow Cindy over to their ticket out of that nightmare. But, as Murphy's Law states, anything that can go wrong, will go wrong.
"Oh you have gotta be kidding me!" Kevin screamed as he saw the bottom of the fire escape literally swarmed with what appeared to be gigantic bugs. "How the hell could bugs get so big?"
"My guess is the same thing that made the rats, birds, and people go insane," said George.
"They must have heard the gunfire," David explained. "I don't think we can get down from this building."
"So basically, we're trapped."
"Like a rat in a maze." David and the others could now hear the infected people banging at the door. "And it's just a matter of time before they break down the door and get to us."
"Maybe we can keep them away from us if we climb over the fence," Jim pointed out the fence that was covering an elevated platform near the bar's big, neon sign. "I mean, it's worth a shot."
"Anything's better than just waiting here to die," said Alyssa.
"Attention everyone," a faint voice could be heard below.
"Did you guys hear that?" Kevin asked. Everyone ran towards the edge of the building. There was a cop there with a megaphone, as well as a few other cops. "Arthur?"
"Due to the crimes in progress, this area will be closed off soon," Arthur said from below. "Please proceed to this checkpoint immediately. If you do not leave the area in time, we cannot guarantee your safety."
"Arthur!" Kevin tried to yell to his coworker, but he couldn't hear him. "Crap. He can't hear me."
"Kevin," Cindy got his attention. "Look."
Off in the distance, they could barely see some people running towards Arthur, and they were bringing some guests. A few dozen more of the giant bugs were chasing after the citizens. They wouldn't stand a chance.
"I have to go help them," Kevin said to the others.
"How?" asked Yoko. "We're trapped up here. If we even attempt to go down, we'll be eaten by those bugs."
"Maybe not," Cindy said. Everyone looked at her like she was crazy, again. "The bugs are only blocking the fire escape."
"But that's the only way down."
"No. It's the only way down from this building," she explained. "We've been having kids jump across from the building next to this one vandalizing us. If we go to where the kids have been jumping..."
"We can jump ourselves," Kevin finished for her. They all heard the door they came through not too long ago bust open. "Well, we better do it fast. Where have they been jumping, Cindy?"
"At the edge of the platform."
"Then you all better stand back," warned Mark, because just like that, he started pounding on a portion of the wire fence with his pipe. It didn't take long for the fence to come crashing down.
"I see what Bob was talking about with your arm," Cindy complimented. The all too familiar moaning could be heard coming around the corner. "We better hurry."
Everyone pulled there way up to the platform as fast as they could. They could hear the infected slowly getting closer. Once they helped the last person on the platform, they all headed back towards the other end of the building. They could see the zombies through the fence come out the door and pile their way onto the roof. It was as if they were the only ones left in the entire block. They just prayed that they weren't.
"Cindy, how exactly did those kids jump across a gap like this?" Kevin asked while pointing out the pretty big space between the two buildings.
"You didn't think the space between here and there was going to be really small, did you?" she asked back at him.
"No, but when you said kids jump across, I assumed it would be a little less dangerous than this. I'm not sure we can all make that jump." They couldn't talk for much longer, since the infected were either clawing at the fence, or going around to where the hole in the fence was.
"I guess we'll have to take our chances," David said as he started to back up. "We're going to have to take a leap of faith." With that, he quickly ran to the gap and jumped for his life. For a second, it looked like he would fall, but thankfully, he caught himself on the edge before his foot could slip. He was across, and safe. "Just go one at a time," he yelled across to them.
"O...okay," Jim stuttered as he was getting ready. "David, catch!" Jim tossed the shotgun over to David so he wouldn't have to leave it behind. He started to back himself up. "Here goes nothing." With a deep breath, he ran and jumped. Being a little more athletic than David, Jim was able to get in a bigger jump to the building. "Yeah! Yahoo! What a rush! You all have to try this!"
"Glad he's enjoying himself," said Alyssa as she prepared for her jump. Cindy, meanwhile at the back of the group, wasn't paying much attention to the others as they jumped. She was more focused on the infected people, who at this point, had found a way to get up onto the raised platform with them. They were almost out of time.
"Cindy!" she heard Kevin yell from the other building. Her attention was drawn back to her comrades. She now noticed that she was the only one who had yet to jump. "Come on! Hurry!"
"Yeah, okay," she told them. 'You can do this. You can do this,' she told herself. If she was going to do it, it would have to have been then, because the zombies were literally right behind her. Not looking back, she ran as fast as she could until she got to the edge. No turning back now. Cindy jumped, but tripped at the same time, causing her to not go as far as the others.
She hit the side of the apartment building and started to fall towards the hard ground below. Thankfully, something grabbed her arm and the only thing that happened was that the wind was knocked out of her. When she looked up at her savior, she saw it was George. Cindy couldn't stop smiling at him. George pulled her up with some help from the others. After she was safe, they gave her time to relax.
"How many times do we need to save you," George joked with her.
"Thank you, George," she said while catching her breath.
Everyone looked back to Jack's Bar. The infected that were chasing them were now plummeting to the ground below, still trying to get to them. They were all finally safe.
"Dumb fucks." David spat.
"You guys stay here," Kevin ordered. "I'll go help Arthur and the others."
"What do you mean 'stay here?'" asked Mark. "You're not the only one who can use a gun."
"He's right, Kevin," Yoko said. "There's no way you can take all those by yourself. I'm coming with you."
"Me too," David added.
"And me," George said.
"I'm not passing up on a story like this," said Alyssa, trying to hide the fact that she wanted to help.
"There is no way I'm letting any of you go down there," Cindy ordered, before smiling. "Without me."
Everyone looked over to Jim. "Well," he started, "I guess I've got nothing better to do. Okay, I'm in."
"Are you all sure?" Kevin asked, worried.
"I already told you," Mark said. "Everyone either works together, or they die by themselves."
Knowing that they wouldn't change their minds, Kevin went inside the building, everyone following, and pushed the button to call the elevator. He knew that they could all get killed out there, or even end up like Will or Bob. This would be nothing like the struggle they just had in the bar. Instead of running away from these things, they would be running towards them. Officer Kevin Ryman didn't know what he was, or would be doing. He just knew that people were in danger, and it was his job to protect them.
But at what cost?
To Be Continued...
