Days Earlier
Thomas
He arrived at the apartment getting Ian. "We gotta go."
"Where?" Asked the Anarchist. "Out of town. Something is very wrong around here. I don't know if it has to do with what's happening with the protests or what but we need to get the fuck out of here."
They left the apartment and began to head down the street. Ian armed himself with a kitchen knife. Thomas had grabbed one too. They spotted another one of the strange kind of men coming towards them. "What's going on around here?!" Cried Ian. Thomas said, "I don't know but it looks like survival of the fittest is back in full swing."
It tried to grab him but he stabbed him, a caucasian middle aged man, overweight with graying brown hair, a blue parka and gray jeans. He watched the man's throat open as he stabbed him. He would have thought it would have been enough to bring him down but it wasn't. He lunged at him again but Thomas kicked him attempting to keep him back. Ian grabbed the man's legs pulling him to the ground.
Thomas then drove the blade into the man's temple. The man's expression froze as he drove it in with a hard jerk. He then let him fall to the ground. They saw several more just like them coming. "We gotta run. How's the ankle?" Thomas asked. "It's better but not completely," They ran all the same to get away from them. It wasn't going to be easy. Just then, Thomas saw the bus pulling up. "Come on, Ian! We can make it!" They ran for it and they were almost there except Ian fell over, "Goddamn it!" Thomas helped him up and they made it but the bus was starting to take off. "WAIT! PLEASE!" The bus stopped and Thomas helped Ian on. They had dropped the knives outside. "You gotta close the door! They're trying to..."
"Pay the fair!" The bus driver, an older African American man demanded. Thomas scrambled for his wallet and put in the tokens. "All right! Step on it!" The man dd as he asked. They drove on the bus until Chinatown and they got off. "We gotta get a bus out of state, man."
"With what, dude? We got only the clothes on our backs."
"That's all we'll have if we get caught after all the shit thats gone down anyway. I don't know what's going on in this city but whatever it is, if we don't get out of here we're going to get arrested or attacked by another one of those mobs."
"Where would we go?" Asked the red haired male. "Anywhere other than here," Replied Thomas. "Hey," Ian said as they walked. "You never did tell me where Ian is and why you came back in such a hurry,"
"He...we were in an accident, man. I'm not even sure if he's alive. If he is he's in bad shape."
Just then, they saw a group of about ten people, all of them Asian American coming towards them. "You think they're here to greet us?" Asked Ian. "They wouldn't all be coming towards us at the same time if nothing was wrong," Thomas replied in a panic. "Fuck! We need a car..."
"We should have stayed on the bus! I can't keep going like this..."
Thomas helped Ian, and he helped him run. They kept coming and Thomas was starting to feel the fatigue himself of running and helping a friend. Just then, he heard a female voice cry out. "Over here!" He looked to see an attractive young Asian American woman call to them directing them down an alley way. "Can we trust her?" Asked Ian. Thomas said, "If we can't, I'd rather take my chances against one of her than ten of them."
They followed her and she led them through a back entrance into a restaurant. They shut the door behind them. "Thanks...really...we would have been screwed if you hadn't..." Panted Thomas. The woman said, "Don't mention it. This has been going on all day. What happened to your friend?"
"I fell down some stairs," Ian stated. "Like I never heard that before," Ian grinned. "It's true this time. If I didn't have Tommy, those guys outside would have got me."
"I'm Alex," The girl stated. They shook her hand. "I'm Thomas, that's Ian,"
Thomas looked at her and said, "I got two important questions. One, do you got a cigarette? Two, what the hell is happening around here?!"
Alan
They were eating at the Sky City restaurant in the space needle. Theyd spent a couple of hours checking out the tour taking pictures and all though they;d eaten already earlier, Doug and Isabella had not yet eaten. So they sat each ordering as they caugtht up. Alan ordered Pike's Golden IPA Battered Fish and Chips which included King salmon and alaskan halibut, napa cabbage slaw, herb remoulade, steak seasoned fries. To drink, he got sparkling brut,
Melony ordered Anderson Lamb Ragout which included red beet papparadelle, roasted beets, aged balsamic, and hazelnut wine, she ordered m&l syrah.
Doug ordered an Oyster Po'boy which consisted of Uli's cheddar-beer bratwurst, pretzel bun, and herb remoulade. With it, he also ordered a side of steak seasoned fries. For wine, he ordered coral dry rosé.
Isabella ordered Wild Mushroom Risotto. This consisted of Chanterelles, autumn squash, crimson pear,and rosecrest swiss. To drink, she ordered l'ecole no. 41 chardonnay. As they waited for their food, Doug was expressing concern. "So wait a minute, youre telling me they shot the guys and the cabbie just drove away? You know hes not supposed to leave, right? And neither are you."
"Keep your voice down!" Scolded Isabella. "I told you we shouldnt have left..." Scolded Melony. Alan protested, "No, you didn't! You said let's get out of here."
Doug stated, "Look, it's okay, I understand. We all get scared. That's just..pretty crazy. I mean I saw some of te protestors going through downtown and i wondered if that was why i was seeing so many police officers but it' just the same old usual stuff. Some protestor always has to go too far. It'd be nice if we could excersize ourfirst ammendment rights peacefully but some asshole always has to cross the line."
Isabella stated, "As I understand American history if your peaceful protests had not gotten more violent America would still be subject to a king just like we are back home."
"You got me there, babe," Doug said with a grin. Their food arrived and they began to dig in. Just then, a man of about seventy five years old started choking. "Somebody help him!" Cried out a blonde caucasian female. Doug went forward and began to perform the heimlich manouver., The old woman with him started yelling, "Get off him! He doesn't want that!"
Alan got in the way and held the man back and a waiter did the same. "Ma'am you need to calm down we're just trying to help him."
The man groaned as Doug tried to do the right thing. He collapsed turning red and his face started to turn blue as he choked. He began to perform CPR. The old woman used her cane to strike Alan and the waiter and she yelled, "Get off him! You're going to kill him!" Alan took a smack in the face from it and cried out, "HE's trying to save his life you crazy bitch!"
The old man cried out in pain and his breathing sounded funny. Another waiter ran forward checking his wrist. "It says don't resuscitate."
They made Alan move away from him. The waiter, a young African American said, "Sir, I'm sure you think you did the right thing and any other day you'd be right but that do not ressesitate is there for a reason."
"Why wouldn't anyone want to live?"
The man explained, "When you get older you bornes get weaker. If I was to collapse and you gave me CPR right now, I'd be fine and if I wasn't it wouldn't be cause of the CPR. If an older person gets CPR sometimes the chest compressions can break ribs. When they get really far along in years it's even more likely. They'd have to be bed ridden for the rest of their life. Some people would rather die with dignity..."
They had to call 911. "God, I feel so terriblbe..." Alan said with sorrow. "Hey you didn't know, man. But now you do."
Ten Minutes Later
Desmond Atkins had seen people die before. This was not new to him. He'd grown up in Rainier Beach. and while Seattle was not like bigger cities with regards to crime, if a city was going to have its seedier areas, it was always the south side. It had some gangs and while Seattle was never as rough as other cities and most gangsters in Seattle were shit talking wannabes, there was always at least one or two dudes in any crew that was real and Desmond did 't want to be standing around when one of those dudes started bucking at somebody else.
He'd seen a few friends in school get killed over territorial bullshit. He went to Franklin High School a ptominent school in the South End along with Rainier Beach High. Kids from the Central District, Seattle's historic African American neighborhood, didn't get along with people from the South End so they went to Garfield High. Garfield High had been a school that the likes of Jimi Hendrix Dave Lewis and Quincy Jones and even theh wife of Bruce Lee, Linda Caldwell attended while the rapper Nissim Black, the basketball player Dejounte Murray, and Nate Robinson attended Rainier Beach. Yet if you were from the South End you couldn't go to the CD and if you were from the CD you couldn't go to the South End. He'd often defied that rule and when asked where he was from in the CD, he would say he was from north of the dividing line.
He had friends that fucked around on the wrong side of the law and he didn't trust the law himself but he wasn't trying to go down that path. Rainier Avenue was tough and he'd been poor a lot in life but Seattle was not so horrible or poor the way a winter on Chicago's South Side or a summer in Compton was. It was 't impossible to get a job but a lot of these dudes out there had felonies all the same just as much as if they'd been from New York, LA or Chicago. He likened it to joining gangs and dealing drugs and acting like you were in the extreme poverty of older cities that mirrored the third world rather than minor poverty of this city that at most was a minor inconvenience. Maybe Seattle had once been as bad as other cities or at least one of the worst in the North West but that was back in the 90's. Shit was not as hopeless as motherfuckers made it out to be.
Now with gentrification it was quieter but people still ran their mouths.
He never wanted to get caught up in that bullshit and sometimes he had been jumped by guys from the CD but he'd also been jum[ped by dudes from other hoods in the South End too. Then again most in his neighborhood pronounced it as "Souf" End. To enemies of the South End in West Seattle or central Seattle they were known as the Mouth End.
Yet no matter how much they were hated by the other two "Hoods" the South End had more crime. Even if it was a joke compared to other states and cities, hell even compared to Tacoma, it was still the truth. Still, a nigga could lose his life out here. Even in a mostly safe city you could always run out of luck. Yet this was his neighborhood and there was beauty to it. More beauty than not and for these knuckleheads to act otherwise was kind of pissing him off. So he worked. It was either wait on rich people at Sky City or end up a fuck up and a loser like a lot of other dudes out here catching cases when they didn't have to.
He'd seen friends die over bullshit. Crip, Blood, GD's. Always copying other cities gangs but putting local names with it. Duece Eight, D Dub, Holly Park, Valley Hood, Yesler, High Point, Delridge, all these dumb asses fucking around. He'd also seen Ese's representing Nortenos and Surenos too. He'd also seen people die of natural causes. Old age, heart attack, strokes, hit by cars, car accidents. But this had to be the first time he'd actually seen somebody actually get more fucked up when somebody was trying to save them.
Just then, the old man sat up and his wife rushed to his side. He bit into her left ear and she screamed like crazy and it tore her ear off. The paramedics went to help her too while trying to restrain him. "Oh shit..." Desmond said, his eyes widening as he saw this. He bit another man on the arm. The four people Desmond assumed was on a double date were freaked out too. The brunette hugged her man crying into his chest. A Caucasian male grabbed his own glass of wine off the table and smacked the old man over the head with it breaking it. Several patrons rushed the man punning him tyo the table. "What the hell did you hit an old man for?!" The man screamed, "He was fucking hysterical! Let me go!"
They made him sit down. "He was delirious! He came back crazed. Oxygen loss to the brain made him attack people trying to help him. He was already fucked cause of this asshole..." He said beckoning at the blonde haired male.
The police were coming up the escalator. The blonde haired male said, "We should go..." The manager growled, "Nobody leaves until we tell the police what happened."
"Yeah and who's gonna stop us, pal? You? There's two of us and one of you."
"No, maybe not but the police are coming up right now. If you leave they'll suspect you as having caused trouble. You can't leave the scene of a crime."
"We've committed no crime," Said the brunette woman. "No, but he did. He committed a murder against an old injured man and this man at least is guilty of negligent homicide...or assisted negligent homicide..hell I don't know., We'll let the SPD be the judge of that. You can go ahead and try to leave but they'll want to know why. Only one way up and down."
Jennifer
The resteraunt owner stopped the car letting them all in. "Jennifer? What happened?"
"My friend...she turned..." She stated in tears. "And these are your parents?"
"Yeah,"Just then, several of the attackers surrounded the car. He floored it.
He drove away from the neighborhood.
"We'll take you all back to the restaurant. It's going to be a little crowded but they say there is safety in numbers."
"Do you really believe that?" Asked the older African American male. "The three of you kept each other alive. But if you don't think numbers matter, just look at those things. They have the numbers."
"Those 'things' are our neighbors. They're human beings just like me and you. There's just something crazy going on. Maybe swine flu? I heard that shit was spread from Mexico..."
"Those aren't people. Not anymore. And however it spread, they're all Jiangshi, now."
"Jiangshi?" Asked Jennifer. "Yes."
"What's that?" She asked. "They're resurrected corpses. They have a virus in them. The legends from back home...some say they are a result of demons. I never thought they were real. I just thought they were stories. Now...I see different."
Queen Anne, Seattle
There was a major party going on. Loud C Pop blasted on the speakers. Houjin Fong was in a mansion where a lot of rich youth were partying. They were mostly Chinese Immigrants who had immigrated to Vancouver. Many were in college but some were in High School and because many of them had parents away on business trips, this meant many of them were alone with access to money and luxury cars. Parties like these were common place. Houjin was a Chinese American of about five foot seven with saggy black hair with bleached high lights. His skin was a bronze hue and his frame, narrow. He was seventeen years old. Though he was of High School age, he was in college as he had graduated early.
There were beautiful Chinese American and Chinese Canadian women all over the place. He spotted his friend, Kevin Wong. Kevin was from China originally but had spent a great majority of his life living in Vancouver BC. He was somewhat of a troubled type, a talented piano player and he got good grades at the University Of Washington and he had a lot of friends. Still, he hated his parents and often had no problem blowing their money on extravagant parties like these. For one thing, he had a woman of Southern Chinese descent wearing a red bra and panties and he was snorting rails off her belly. Her skin was dark yellowish brown and she had jet black hair tied eyes closed a little as she reacted to the sensation of having blow done off of her.
"Hòujìn! Dào mùqián wéizhǐ, nǐ zěnme xǐhuan pàiduì?"
(Houjin! How do you like the party so far?)
Houjin replied, "Zhè shì fēngle, xiōngdì! Dāngrán, zài yīgè hěn hǎo de fāngshì."
(This is crazy, bro! In a good way, of course)
"Lái dào zhèlǐ, jiācháng cài. Zhèxiē nǚshìmen yě cháng qǐláile. Nǐ xiǎng shīqù nǐ de tóngzhēn, duì ba?"
(Get over here, a taste. These ladies got a taste for it too. You want to lose your virginity, right?)
Houjin growled, "Nǐ xiǎng shuō yīdiǎn xiǎngliàng ma? Wǒ bù rènwéi tāmen zài wēngēhuá tīng dào nǐ."
(You want to say that a little louder? I don't think they heard you in Vancouver.)
Kevin told him, "Kàn, bié dānxīn wǒmen dōu shì zhèyàng kāishǐ de. Nǐ bìxū cóng mǒu gè dìfāng kāishǐ. Zhèlǐ méiyǒu shé me kěchǐ de wǒmen dōu shì péngyǒu."
(Look, don't worry about it. We all started out that way. You have to start somewhere. There's no shame here. We're all friends.)
Houjin stated, "Nàme, bǎobèi shì xìnggǎn de, kěkǎyīn bìng bùshì wǒ de shìqíng."
(Nàme, bǎobèi shì xìnggǎn de, kěkǎyīn bìng bùshì wǒ de shìqíng.
(Well, the babes are sexy but cocaine is not really my thing.)
Kevin sneered. "Bùyào shi yīgè māo, huǒjì. Kēpèng dàmá wèi értóng. Zhè shì wéi chéngnián rén."
(Don't be a pussy, dude. Take a bump. Marijuana is for children. This is for adults. )
Houjin sighed and the girl who he was snorting rails off of smiled at him. "Lái ba. Wǒ bù yǎo rén."
(Come on, I don't bite)
He sighed and took a snort off her. "Xiǎoxīn diǎn, xiōngdì. Nǐ bùxiǎng dì yī cì qù tài kuài."
He stepped back and his heart started pounding. "Tā mā de! Zhè tài bàngle!"
(Holy fuck! This is awesome!)
He heard the sounds of cars outside. "Nà shì shénme?"
(What's that?)
The Chinese girl he was snorting off of,Lian replied, "Zhè zhǐshì nàxiē báichī zhènghédá zàicì biāochē. Huò zhǔnbèi hǎo,"
(That's just those idiots Cheng and Da drag racing again. Or getting ready to)
Houjin turned to Kevin. "Wǒmen yīnggāi qù bǐsài tāmen!"
(We should go race them!)
Lian told them, "Nǐ zhēn de bù yìng gāi,"
(You really shouldn't)
The other girl Kevin was snorting off of,wore blue lingerie, a lacy blue bra and a string showing off her bubble butt. She was also bustier than the other girl though they were equally attractive. Her name was Ya. She was a bit lighter skinned than Lian and she had her hair dyed purple. "Sure. But has your friend here ever raced before?"
Kevin laughed. "Tā kěnéng huì jíbài nàxiē qítā de húndàn, dàn tā bù huì dǎbài wǒ."
(He might beat those other assholes but he won't beat me. )
Houjin challenged him, "Lún dào nǐle!"
(You're on!)
They went to the garage of the mansion and Kevin stated, "Take your pick," There were several kinds of cars. A dark blue Austin Martin GT, a white Jaguar, and a silver Jaguar XJ220. Houjin took the Jaguar XJ220. Kevin took the Austin Martin.
They pulled them out to where the other two were in the street. "Zhè shì shénme shíjiān?" Asked Da.
(What is this, amateur hour?)
"All right, we're gonna race from here to...let's say Capitol Hill," Suggested Cheng. "What if we get caught?" Asked Houjin. They all laughed/. However, Kevin knew that unlike the rest of them, Houjin was not rich. "Don't worry. I'll get my sister to bail you out if that happens. Besides, the pigs aint catching up to us in these things."
"Yeah. Not even that piece of shit," Sneered Da looking at the car Houjin was in. "What are you talking about? This was considered one of the fastest cars in the world. In fact it was the fastest!" The other two men laughed and Da stated, "Yeah, in 92'. You gotta get with the times. Anyway, I'm putting up 100 grand. Whoever wins gets it. But we gotta get to there and back."
"I don't have a hundred K."
"If you or I lose, I'll pay up, all right? Yours and mine," Kevin stated. "If you win you'll make 300 thousand. What have you got to lose?"
Ya came out into the street and yelled, "Three...two...one... go!" She took her bra off and waved it and the four men began speeding down the street. Houjin took a hard turn at the light and they sped up. He was behind Kevin who was in first place and Da was in second while Cheng was in third. He swerved to miss a minivan coming up the street. He tried to stay focused as he sped to try and keep up. Just then, he did pass Cheng. "Oh no you fucking don't!" Cried the Chinese youth. "HONG KONG DRIFT, BABY WHOO!" Screamed Kevin as he kept a distance between each of them. Just then, as they turned another corner Kevin lost control as did Da who was takin a hard turn. He flipped his wheels and the car flipped over twelve times totaling his red C-X75. Houjin panicked hitting the brakes. He spun out of control and he tried to regain it but he hit a stop sign. The air bag knocked the wind out of him. Cheng got out of the car runnin up to help him out. Kevin stepped out of the car and he had blood running down the side of his forehead.
He'd hit a female driver, a Caucasian female, blonde in her late twenties. She was out cold. "We gotta get the fuck outta here, guys..." Houjin spotted the car Da had crashed. "We can't just leave him! Or her!" He replied. His friend told him, "We have to! We were snorting and drag racing. We will go to prison for sure if we stay here."
"We'll go to prison for leaving the scene of the crime too!" Houjin cried. "No, not if we get outta here," Kevin responded.
Cheng looked at the totaled car of Da. "We have to get him out of there!" The car was wrecked beyond repair. Houjin couldn't even see inside. "No. There's nothing we can do for him now," Stated Kevin. "He's our friend! We have to help!" Cried Cheng. "No! You want to stay here and get arrested by the cops, you go ahead. I'm not sticking around. Matter of fact, I'm going up to Vancouver. Gonna go and get cleaned up at the house and I'm heading across the border. You two can come with me or stay. It's up to you."
"This is crazy!" Cheng said, in tears. "We can't just leave our friend like this! Or that lady!" Kevin told him, "I'm motivated by one thing, Cheng. Self preservation. You should be too."
He got back in the car. Every car except Cheng's was banged up but the car Houjin was driving was not in such bad shape that it couldn't be driven out of there. The same was true for Kevin's car. As they drove back, Houjin felt a panic. This is my fault...I've just helped kill two people.
Leschi
He realized as they searched the streets for transportation, that the gun he had taken off that corpse back at the jail was likely Seattle PD and not one of the screws. Guards generally carried a shotgun or a rifle from the distance. But a guard with a handgun inside those walls was a dead one. Still, the police had been called to deal with whatever was going on."What the hell is going on, Rudy? I mean really? Some kind of disease?"
"Don't know. I just see people biting each other, man. I saw some get shot, shanked, whatever and they came back. Only thing that keeps people dead is a shot to the head."
"Where you get the shotgun? I found thhis off a dead pig. It must have gotten bad in there that the guards could't handle it."
"One of the dead placas, homes. Shit got pretty bad in there. Look at this place now, bro. Whole city is falling apart."
"Yeah it looks like it," Leschi said. "Then where's the national guard? They should be here by now."
"I don't know," Stated the Chicano-Salish man. "I've seen plenty of cops. Even some guys in riot gear."
They heard sirens and flashing lights and Rudy said, "Shit. Follow me!"
He ran into an alley and Leschi followed him. The two got intoa dumpster. It smelled bad but it beat getting caught. "This is the Seattle Police Department! Come out with your hands up!" Called a man on a loudspeaker."
"How the hell did they see us?! We got in here before they turned the corner!" Leschi cursed. "We gotta come out...they got more guns than us," He whispered. "No!" Rudy said. "No way those assholes know where we are just yet! Just sit tight, fool!"
Just then, they heard shots. "It's not for us..." Said Rudy. Leschi opened the lid slightly his heart jumping as multiple shots went off and he banged the dumpster lid shut and worried that it would have made a noise the cops heard. Thankfully, it didn't.
Rudy snuck another look and Leschi slowly peeked up to see as well. He saw the cops, at least eight of them shooting it out with at least two looters who had tried looting a Macy's and who had legft the stores with shopping carts full of supplies. One of the looters, a Caucasian male of about five nine in his late fifties with glasses wearing a brown jacket and gray denim jeans struck of of the cops in the head with a .380 but was dropped with six shots from a Handgun and one blast from a shotgun. The second shooter, a male of Venezuiilan descent with brown skin and short black hair and brown eyes standing at 5'7 wearing a black Nike sweater and blue jeans fired wounding a female officer but he too was mowed down.
The police fired at a silloutette in the store and hit them. Two officers moved to the door one with a Handgun another with a shotgun. Just then, a large overweight white male came out swinging a wooden bat and he hit one of the officers in the face. "WE HAVE A RIGHT TO SURVIVE!" He yelled. He went to swing at another only to be shot in the face. The cops ran to the side of the wounded officer.
More gunfire came from inside and they fired into the store shattering the windows and the glass doors. The shooter inside retreated further into the store and the cops were in pursuit. "We gotta take that cop car..." Rudy said. "I don't think that';s a good idea," Leschi disagreed. "We need some wheels and it's every man for himself. These pigs aint there to protect anyone."
"You saw what they just did! We need to just get the hell outta Seattle...there's plenty of abandoned cars now..."
"Yeah but they got keys in them. We won't have another chance..." Leschi was silent. "Fine, you stay here, bro. I'm going to Tacoma."
He got out and he went to the cop car. "Shit..." Leschi followed him and said, "I'm coming just...let me do something really quick..." He busted open the window of one squad car and took the keys out and he did this with the other three cars and he took two shotguns out of the cars that had them and he took the handguns off the dead police officer that was shot gand he got in the passenger seat as Rudy got in the driver seat. He floored it driving down the street and took a hard turn left on 3rd avenue and turned towards West Lake. They saw hundreds of the undead. "Oh shit! Turn around!" Leschi cried.
He did and headed north up the street. "Those cops are bound to find us! We need to find another ride. There's only so many cop cars in the city and with what's happening here they're going to be looking for us."
"You took the keys from the cars that had them in em, right? Maybe some of those cuerpos from West Lake will make their way towards Macy's. If that happens it doesn't matter how much ammo they got. They'll be screwed."
As they drove Leschi said, "Stop the car!" He did as he asked and said, "Why?" He got out and walked up to a few deceased SWAT team members. There was shell casings already over the place. "What are you doing, fool?" Asked Rudy. "If we run into the cops again they're going to gunning for us, dude. We need body armor. These guys look like our size."
"Chale...I aintg wearing no jura gear. No mames," Leschi said, "Would you rather be wearing county blues or a funeral suit? i don't like cops either but I don't plan on dying out here,"
"You think they won't know you're not a cop?" Leschi shrugged as he stripped a dead Swat member. "Doesn't matter. I mean they know we're not cops now and yet here we are driving around in a stolen paddy wagon. What do you think's gonna happen?"
"Impersonating a cop is a felony," Stated Rudy. The Puyallip man laughed. "I think we're both past that. I was looking at an assault charge if I was lucky MAYBE it could have been a reduced charge if I rolled over on my dumb ass brother. We killed a couple of guards on the way out here, stole a cop car, guns, I'd say we're past the felonies. Besides, anybody in a position to arrest us is dead. They'd just shoot us now. But at least now when you kill a cop, if it comes down to it, you have a better chance of survival. Now they're just nobody's like everybody else. No public opinion against us, none of that shit."
Rudy reluctantly got out of the cop car and started putting on SWAT gear too. They took the helmets. "You're lucky I don't leave your ass," Said Rudy with a growl. "I need to get to Tacoma."
"And I need to get to the rez. Besides, I went along with your plan to steal the cruiser. Least you could do is humor me," They checked the Rifles of the deceased SWAT members. "None of these guys have any ammo left," Observed Rudy. "Yeah they didn't even save a round for themselves.
Just then one of the SWAT members, an African American groaned looking up at them. Rudy aimed his pistol at him and fired a shot through the man's forehead. "One less pig one less mayate," He stated. "Hey, things are different now. This aint like the county jail," Leschi said. "What you going rainbow warrior on me? Derrick did that too and he's the one that landed you inside," Said Rudy with a chuckle. "It's not that. I never been to jail before. I understand how it works in there but I wasn't used to all that. You are. But now? It's not like your every day petty beefs or jail house riots. Now you got these things walking around. I don't like cops either but at the very least we find another one like this guy, alive he can tell us what the fuck is going on. I don't see where he was bitten."
"Look again," Stated Rudy lifting the deceased cop's shirt up. He had a bite mark on the right side of his stomach. "Looks like somebody went too far with the foreplay, eh?" He then got a serious expression. "But hey, what makes you think the cops aren't gonna come after us for this shit, too? Taking cars and their gear..."
"They're not using the riot gear and it might come in handy if those things try and bite us," He looked down at the deceased officer. "Besides, you did him a favor. If he has family he wouldn't have wanted to have killed them. Something's very wrong here. I wanted out of this town at first cause we had to get Derrick home but now this place is a ghost town."
The other SWAT member a Caucasian in his late thirties stood up in just his under shirt and boxers. He grabbed Leschi and Leschi pistol whipped him and te man's head cracked open. He hit him again and he fell over. Rudy was going to fire but he noticed a few more of the undead walking towards them. "Don't," Said Leschi. "You'll draw out more of them."
"What do you expect us to do throw shoes at them?" Asked Rudy. "We'll find some other weapons we can use to bash their skulls in. For now just use the shotgun to club them."
Rudy shrugged. "You mean the way they beat us down, eh? Works for me," He clubbed one of them in the face. "Come on, gavacho!" He knocked the guy over and brought his foot down on the man's skull and put all his weight into it. He caused more bleeding from the wound he already caused with the shotgun. He then bashed its skull again. Leschi grabbed an empty M4 and smacked another, a caucasian female in the face who had several broken and bloody teeth already. He hit her and as she fell he brained her and caused a spatter of her blood to splash on her face.
Just then, another dropped as a man swung a crowbar at one of them. Leschi and Rudy aimed their firerms at the man and the two others with him. One was an African American male in his late twenties with light skin and light brown curly hair standing at five foot eight., He wore a bblack vest ovber a wbhibte dress shirt and black slacks. With him was a Caucasian male wit dark hair plus a brunette Caucasian female with blue eyes. The other man had a bat, the woman had a hockey stick. "Whoa! We come in peace...we were just trying to help!"
"You shouldn't be here," Leschi warned. "There are cops out there shooting looters and it looks like you two just looted a sporting goods store," The woman said, "Have you seen what's going on out here?! They're eating people! We need any police we can find. Wait, aren't you two guys cops?"
Rudy lied, "SWAT. But too many officers are shooting survivors. We left after it started. We're just trying to get out of the city. You don't want to be carne de humano, you better run. It aint safe."
"We have a safe place. The space needle. We just came out here to get more supplies. You can come with us."
Leschi was skeptical. "The elevator still works in that thing? No thanks," In truth, though he wasn't about to admit to strangers, he had agoraphobia. "Where are you planning on going then?" Asked the second male. "Out of town. Seattle is fucked," Leschi stated. "He's right," Rudy confirmed with a solemn expression.
Just then, they heard several vehicles coming their way. "Fuck...get off the street!" Leschi cried as he saw several squad cars coming. He got one pistol out of the car and handed it to in their direction to whoever would take it. The female said, "Why?! No we need to..." The waiter saw the look in Leschi's eyes and he said, "Come on...!" He ran across the street and she and the male reluctantly followed. "If you change yout mind come to Seattle Center!" Called the waiter. "That place is gonna be crowded! We're not changing our minds!" Yelled Leschi.
They ran to the other side of the street and Rudy said, "Fuck, we can't get to the car without being seen!" Leschi directed him down an alley and they went down the street. "It's not worth it...let's just find another goddamn car..."
Two cops got out of a car. "Hey! You! We want to talk to you!" They ran and the two officers fired at them. Leschi returned fire. He hit both of them in the cchest and one in the leg spending eigh rounds. The other cop fired at him They took off down the street cutting down more alleys.
They made their way down 3rd again. "These pigs are crazy, bro! They're gonna fuckin kill us!" Yelled then Rudy had an idea. "I think my sister migt be in there!" He knocked on the door of a building. It was on 2132 3rd avenue. "Manuela! Let me in!" A woman of Mexican descent, somewhat chubby with dark black wavy aitr and almond shaped eyes and caramel skin answered. "Rudy? What's going on?"
"Mira, you gotta let us in there's some cops after us!"
They could hear cars coming. "I'll explain later, por favor!" She let them both in. She shut the gate in front of it as well that was shut when they were closed. It was the Mexican consulate. They were open on weekdays from 8:00 AM to 5:30 PM. She had a couple of other employees there lead them to the back. "All right...maybe they'll pass us by...you just need to be quiet.."
Three cop cars pulled up and there was six officers total. Then the two that had shot at Leschi appeared. "We know you're in there! The consulate is gated up! I saw people in there earlier!"
His sister answered. Leschi's heart was pounding like crazy. He hoped she'd be able to cover for him.
Jennifer
She sat staring at the kitchen knife she had. Mr. Fong had suggested that if they were going to encounter any more of these sick people, they would need guns. He had a few around the restaurant but aside from that, most of the survivors who had taken shelter in the resteraunt at Fong's apprioval did not own a gun and did not know how to use them.
Dad was out with Mr. Fong helping them check the perimiter to make sure none of the undead were near them. He was helping them block off the back entrance. "Are you okay, Jen?" Asked Alex. "No..." Admitted the Seattle born woman. "I'm not. It still doesn't feel real. Seeing Nicole die like that? All these sick people trying to ite us, I don't know what to do. I keep praying this nightmare will end and I pinch myself and I'm still here."
"I know..." Alex replied. "It doesn't make sense to me either. The news was telling us to stay and lock the doors. I know we have food here to last us a while but eventually, it's all going to run out and we'll have to make a stop for supplies. Medical supplies, tampons, toilet paper, extra food and water..."
"I don't get why the National Guard isn't here yet," Jennifer stated. "They should be here helping people but so far, all i've seen is police. Swat."
"Yeahh, my brother said the I5 is full of nothing but empty cars stretching for miles. So they might be having a hard time getting trucks to come here."
"That doesn't explain why they don't just send helicopters here with armed soldiers to protect people until the real cavalry shows up."
"There isn't going to be any cavalry," Stated Thomas. "The government doesn't give a rats ass about any of us,"
"Maybe not," Jennifer said. "But they have families too and you cant tell me there aren't reservists in this state with family trapped behind enemy lines."
"I hate to break it to you but from what I saw when the cameras were still rolling, the national Guard WAS called in. Just not here. This shit...I could be wrong but i talked to one of my comrades in Olympia and that's where he said the earliest symptons of this shit was happening. They called in the National Guard all right. They sent most of them there. Seattle and Tacoma, may have larger populations but none of them care. We're on our own here."
Jennifer realized something. "Because of the governor? That's why they sent them there, isn't it?"
"I'm afraid so," Stated Tommy. "Nothing any of us can do about it either. Either the government doesn't give a damn about any of us and they're only worried about their own soldiers and the politicians, or they tried to save both the regular citizens plus the governor and the mayor. You tell me. What seems the most likely?"
"Both," Jennifer admitted with a sigh. "Trust me, I don't need you two to tell me how priorities are in this country. I just hope some people were saved out there, not just the governor."
"I do too," Alex said. "And I hope they come here soon and have a place to evacuate us to but I'm not going to hold my breath. Right now, our best way of surviving is to have each other's backs."
"Which, no offese, is kind ofr crazy," Admitted Jennifer's father. "I mean I'm sure you're all good people I know Mr. Fong is. I just...don't really know any of you."
His wife scolded him.
Jennifer said, "It's not just Mr. Fong who would do right by everybody. Besides, there's a good chance that most of the people we know have already either been killed or turned. So from now on,as weird as this is to say, everybody in this room are the best friends we have."
"You know, eventually looters are going to try and come for this place. Either for the shelter or what we got inside. We might have to fight to defend it."
"Aint no might about it. We're going to have to,"
Mei stood near them and held up her own pistol. "Well if they try, that'll be the last mistake they ever make."
Just then, two young Asian men banged on the door. Jennifer's father got into defense mode ready to fight but Mei recognized the two of them. So did Alex. "Houjin, where the hell have you been?! Mom and dad have been worried sick!"
"I've been in Queen Anne. We ran into some trouble."
She looked at the cuts and bruises on him and noticed Kevin too. "What happened? And why is he here?"
They heard the racking of the shotgun. "Fuerdai," He snarled aiming at Kevin. "What are you doing in my restaurant?"
That's it for this chapter sorry it's taken so long to update. Anyway, so now I introduced Alex's irresponsible brother, Houjin. When Mr. Fong called Kevin Fuerdai, this means second generation which refers to the rich Chinese immigrants to Vancouver Canada and some are also in the Pacific Northwest who have that kind of money and are known for extravagant parties and being as young as High School age and having sports cars and having access to mansions. The word meaning second generation though it means second generation is also used context wise to call them trust fund kids.
Anyway I picked Queen Anne, the neighborhood in Seattle for their party and street race cause it is one of the wealthier areas.
As for Gen Fong calling the zombies Jiangshi that's the closest thing to them they have.
As far as Leschi and Rudy laying low in the Mexican consulate there is a consulate in downtown Seattle and they have a barred up gate so it can keep them safe from zombies and people for a while the only question is, how long? And do you think Rudy's sister will be able to talk their way out of it? And if so, how?
As for Desmond he's visually based on the late actor de'angelo wilson. I haven't decided on an actor for representing Kevin yet or Mei or Ya.
So what Alan ordered at Sky City costed $31, what Melony ordered would cost $31, what Isabella ordered would cost $25 and what Doug ordered would cost $29. Oh and what Greg ordered would cost $27. Seems a bit much even at a tourist trap like the space needle but yeah thats why I never ate there. Im not saying i never would and im sure their food is good fuck it better be for that price but to me I feel i would sooner go to Five Guys they got about the same price range. Also, while I dont drink and would have likely gotten a soda, this aint about me., I wouldnt have eaten any of what the four of them got at least not as a first choice maybe the fish stuff I would but this aint about what I would its about what other peoples tastes are. Plus I dont know if Id say most people drink I dont know the exact numbers of Americans who do but I figure its high even if just a moderate drinker.
And on te sky city menju it says what goes with what so i had them do it accordingly because if you do drink I guess those that know that kinda shit would reccomend what tastes good with what. You might say in a way, however unrelatable Alan and Melony and Doug and Isabella and Greg may be, they are realistic especially for Seattle in wat they represent. The yuppies that live here. The kind of people that show Frasier is about no it is not a stereotype it's a very accurate depiction of Seattle at least the Caucasians here anyway and those who aren't yuppies are either wiggers, juggalos (Same thing but worse music taste and more makeup) or meth addicts in Belletown. I'm not saying theyre going to be this way foreever these characters and yes while probably some rich people can afford more weapons or fortified houses with alarm systems and all that, on the other hand, a lot of rich types tend to rely on cops to fight their battles for them.
I mean shit, they even rely on the law IE cops, to enforce the law say if a rich neighbor doesnt do his lawn in a way they want to see it. I mean that's the downside if you live in a rich area. Which I dont and i don't care to but i see the bs rich neighorhoods pull and its fucking stupid. So yeah maybe a few richers would survive but a lot would probably not know how to fend for themselves when the looters came they wouldn't know what to do because there would be no cops to call, no paramedics to call, etc but on the other hand, rich people also go sky diving, rock climbing, camping and hiking so that could help them survive. Some also fence and take archery.
Anyway, we'll get more into that the next chapter. So for now what you should realize is thus far, Alan and Melony and Doug and Isabella were/are laying low at the space needle, Alex and Jennifer and their family and now Thomas and Ian are at Mr., Fong's resteraunt while Leschi and Rudy are at the consulate. Unlike the two walking dead shows were you have this large group that comes together and eventually splits apart at different points which Kirkman somehow sees as "More realistic" even though he has nothing to base that on, well I thought what I would so since I hate it when he does that is show stories and narratives ofr different characters but they are starting out on their own and will be on their own a while and won't meet for a few more chapters and even when they do even if I do have them ever split up it won't be for ridiculous periods. What i hate about walking dead is when it focuses on one character. I hate 's the point of an ensemble cast then?
Anyway if you didn't figure it out Leschi and Rudy's story is after the 7 day period while showing what was going on with Jennifer and Thomas and Ian and Alex and co. was showing some of what was oing on while Leschi and Rudy were locked up. It doesn't cover the whole 7 days but if you want I can cover the rest of that besides some answers are still missing like what Derrick and their parents are doing to find Leschi and how they're surviving. Plus what happened to Lian and Cheng and Ya? And do you think Gen Fong knows about what happened with his son and the crash? I still haven't decided on visual basis for most of these characters like Houjin, Kevin, Ya, and Lian. Zilla, suggestions?
I also will show next chapter just what happened after the police got to the space needle. Now obviously, that was Alan, Melony and Desmond that Leschi and Rudy ran into on the street so they're alive but they're gonna go back to the space needle.
Stay tuned.
Anyway, until next time.
