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CHAPTER 4

BREAK EM' IN

Part 2

June 10, 2013 5:27pm

JASPER WHITLOCKS POV

Everyone had grabbed their Walkies and reported to Liam to verify their location. Afterwards they divided into their designated groups for quick individual placements. I glanced over my shoulder to see Shane walking away from Edward. He was standing in front of the precinct placing fingerless gloves on his hands. He made sure his machete was at a comfortable reach and unbuttoned his side holster, so he had easy access to his pistol. He placed his hands on his hips as he waited for everyone else. Apparently he was going to take point.

I turned towards my crew. They're eyes were void of any emotion. They were tired of doing these suicide missions, but they knew it was necessary. They knew it was the key to survival. I swallowed hard, before giving them each an assignment. "Leah, Seth I want you on point. Alice I want you training Victoria and backing them up. Marcus and I will bring up the rear." Everybody nodded in understanding. "Now when we come up to our first fork in the hallway we are going to go right. We will be on our own." Discouragement and worry flashed in their eyes, but nobody said anything.

My point men grabbed their bows arming them with arrows and held them down toward the ground so they wouldn't harm anyone. Everyone else got their blades and baseball bats ready. Victoria and Marcus placed some face shields and long sleeved jean jackets on. No one spoke as we dispersed to join the others. We had our game faces on as we crouched down and waited for Edward's crew to make a hole.

Soon enough we moved forward and an all clear was given so I broke ranks. I jumped over the three rows of chairs in the center of the room and peered through the dirty glass window. I didn't see anything on the other side, so I hopped down from the counter and took my place over near the door on the right side. We cracked the door open before proceeding down the hallway.

It was dark with a few rays of sun light shining through some window around the corner. The hall way divided into two at the end; forcing us to separate into our two groups. I made my right following Alice. I looked back to see Edward giving me a firm nod saying 'take care,' as the distance between us increased. We slowed down. There weren't that many rooms to check; two offices with closets, a broom closet.

Leah and Seth would enter any unlocked room and start taking zeds down. If they needed assistance Victoria and Alice would back them up. While Marcus and I stood in the door way making sure nothing came up behind us. Every once in a while I would look back at the group, and every time I would see some poor, dead, dumb bastard getting his head bashed in. Victoria was a natural. She paid attention to all of the hand signals and stayed a step behind Alice, just in case she didn't understand something.

We came upon the last door at the end of the hallway. If nothing was in the room we would double back checking all our locked doors; then moving in to Edward's territory. Alice jogged toward the front of the group and knelt down with her tools. I could hear the springs in the door knob turn as she picked the lock. Then she pushed the door, letting it squeak open. The twins didn't waste any time stepping over her with their weapons drawn.

This particular room must have had a backup generator that was motion activated, because the lights flickered on as they entered the room. Then a loud rumbling sound came on from outside the room.

Everyone glanced at one another in alarm before goofy ass grins plastered their faces. We were star struck, amazed, shocked and fantasizing about what we could do with all these weapons that the lights had just illuminated. Words could not describe the relief I felt starring at these rifles, shot guns, pistols, Smith & Wesson. It was a gold mine and it was ours.

It didn't take long for the shock to wear off. I approached the first weapon and started examining in. I checked out the scope, released ammunition, made sure the safety was on and got a feel for the weight. The crew followed suit. They opened duffle bags and book bags and started stuffing them with ammunition, and small handguns. We strapped a couple shotguns to our backs and then packed our belts with all that we could.

"Looks like we're going to have to make a second trip." Victoria observed.

I was admiring the Wind Chester Rifle in my hand. It sure was a beauty. My grandfather had one. He had passed it down to me. But on one of our first raids I ended up dropping it and leaving it behind. I had always wanted to replace it, but nothing ever came close to it. Figures, the world had to end for me to use one and replace it.

"Ah, sweet!" Victoria exclaimed. "That dog of yours has perfect timing we can probably load the rest of these up on her harness." She said as she rushed passed me to our exit.

I nodded in agreement. WAIT…WHAT. She was about to open a door without back up to a dog that nobody reported missing. Everything happened in slow motion then. "VIK,NO!" I hissed as I dropped everything in my arms and chased after her. But I was too late. She was already standing in the door way, looking around. Obliviously to what was around her; because she turned to face me and shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'false alarm.' But I knew better. She was about to step back in when a decaying hand reached out for her leg.

I no longer cared about the weapons we just found or our immediate safety. In that instant I only valued life. Our. Groups. Lives. And at that moment her life was in peril. Her face was masked in horror as she tripped over the arm. I drew my side arm with a silencer and fired. The first shot hit the wall. I cursed under my breath as I took aim again. I hit the zed in the back of the head as it was climbing on top of her.

My weapon was drawn as I jumped into the hallway, checking it for any more zeds. We were on a corner so that's why Victoria didn't see it. She must have heard it scratching on the wall and thought it was Sam. I shoved the thing over; trying to get a good look at my comrade.

"How the hell did we miss this guy?" I muttered to no one in particular. Victoria was shaking uncontrollably and crying out shock. "Vick, everything is going to be okay." I whispered as I bent down in front of her with a comforting smile. I thought she had just been scared, but her expression said otherwise. It was no longer shock that ruled her, but fear, disappointment, and despair. I had seen that look before. She embraced her left leg, whispering 'no, no, no.' I looked down at her leg to her uncovered ankle to find a piece of flesh missing.

This was not a safe area to tend to her, so I spun her around and pulled her back into the ammunition room. "Marcus," I called. "She's been scratched pretty good." I sat her against the wall and circled around her as Marcus tended to her wound. We all knew he couldn't do anything, just slow down the process. But we still called on him as if he was God and could rewind time. He tied her ankle off; hoping to slow down the infection.

He stood up slowly and approached me with his eyes down cast. "You know I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you know what we have to do."

I shook my head in disbelief. No man left behind. The words echoed in my head. "No, not here! Pack up what we can. Alice, back up Seth and Leah, Marcus carry Vick and I will cover us."

"You're not carrying me."Vick stated. She was defensive now; mad as hell. "I'm still alive. I may be dying but damn it we still got a mission to do." She didn't look to good; she had started sweating and her breath was a bit labored. But determination swept over as she struggled to her feet.

We loaded up everything we could and headed for the door; when a huge bang on the other side made us stop in our tracks. We glanced at one another; waiting for the end to come, but nothing happened. Seth looked back at me silently asking 'what the fuck?' I shrugged my shoulders saying, "Hell if I know." Then we swung the door open to Mike and Samantha. "Thank God. I found you guys." There was some alarm in his voice, but not too overwhelming."

"What are you doing here? Where are Caius and Sam?"

"That ours?" he asked, completely ignoring my question and referring to the duffle bag in my hand. I nodded in confirmation as he snatched it away from and tossed it over his shoulder. "Come on lets go. We got overrun, but their down now."

I didn't think then. I just rushed out the room and down the hallway; thinking that the two were around the corner. "Where's everybody." I huffed as we shuffled down the hallway. We rounded out second corner and was coming up on the spot where the hallway first forked, forcing us to separate into two groups.

Looking down it I saw there were about four more walkers lying on the ground. I glanced over towards Mike. He kept his eye straight ahead. "They came out of nowhere, took Caius by surprise. Sam jumped in to save me when one charged me. I put them both down after the rest were taken care of. I forgot to close the door to the hallway. There might be some down this way."

We were trailing through Edward's territory now. They had a few more rooms to check than we did, but that didn't stop us from double checking behind them. After Victoria's incident I didn't want to take any chances. Seth was exiting our second room when we heard three gunshots sounded off. Panic ripped through me and I broke ranks. Marcus called after me, but I did not stop. My family was in danger. The rest of them rushed to catch up to me.

The shots didn't sound too far; just around the corner. When we rounded the last corner I saw a zed with an arrow hole in the head in front of an EXIT door. I placed my hand on side arm, so I would be ready to fire. We were in some cubical section of the precinct. I was out of breath, but that didn't stop me from taking charge as I walked in on the horror scene before me.

Six bodies lay on ground; two of which I didn't care about. They were just walkers, but the other four intrigued and worried me. I wanted to know who was on the floor, so I could act accordingly, but as I glanced around at the people standing around, fear ripped through me as I questioned who it might be. I stopped a couple of feet away from the first body. It was still dim but I could make out the tousled hair. Edward had been shot.

Alice rushed passed me and fell to her knees trying to shake him awake. Praying that this was just some nightmare, but we all knew the truth. Her crying was hushed and reduced to sniffles as she looked up at me. I looked at the other three forms. Laurant had fell on his side was missing a part of his face. And… and Liam. Liam was on his back being cradled by Shane as if he was still alive.

I zipped past everyone over to Liam and crouched in front of him. His was squinting, as though he was concentrating, but his was looking straight ahead as if he was blind. He looked dead, but his chest rattled very slowly. I grabbed his hand. "Liam, you're gonna be okay man. We're going to get you out of here."

"J? Jazz, that son-of-a-" he garbled blood, "bitch…shot me."

"Shhh. It's not that bad man. Marcus is right here. He'll have you up and moving in no time." I didn't know it was a lie, but I figured with some medical supplies we might be able to fix him. But I had to say something. It was the least I could do for my friend; try and take some of the worry away; try and give him some hope. Someone had taken a shot gun to his chest. His breathing was so labored it sounded like he was drowning.

Marcus was right by my side then and glanced at him. He leaned over to me and whispered in my ear, "There's nothing I can do for him. We don't have the supplies to deal with this. He is basically drowning in his own blood. If we move him, it'll probably speed up the process."

Liam was panting now. He was unable to catch his breath as he glanced around the room, looking for light. You could see the fear in his eyes. He knew that death was coming and there was nothing that we could do. He grabbed onto my shoulder hysterically and pulled me close. "Tell Edward… keep promise… and…and…" His whole body shuddered then immediately relaxed and his head rolled to the side. His eyes went cold.

No one said anything. I just knelt there in front of my friend; ignoring the cramp in my leg and the fact that I was now holding a dead man. All these thoughts ran through my mind, memories of campus life and struggles of Zed life. I always thought that he would out live me. That I would die saving Alice and one of them would be there for her. But they were both lying on the floor in a pool of blood.

Alice! I looked over at her and she was hitting her brother. Mad that he died, that he left her alone. Leah came up behind her and tried to restrain her, but she resisted even more pounding him one last time with all her force, before crying into Leah's arms.

"Ough, ough,"

Her breath hitched as I glanced down at Edward. His eyes were moving behind his eyelids and his stomach was moving slightly. He was alive. "Marcus, get over there." All three of us stood over him. Desperately waiting for him to make another sound or move and when he did. That was the only miracle I needed. "Shane, take Ty and Demetrie and go get our rides. Let's get out of here."

They quickly went to the back door and busted it open with weapons drawn. It wouldn't take them long to get the cars back here. I joined Alice in holding Edward's hand; trying to coax him into waking up. There was no such luck. I gave her a tight smile before standing up to assess the rest of the group, make sure they were ready to move.

"Benjamin and Marcus you're going to carry Edward. Twins you're going to cover lead the way. Everyone else, make sure that we got what we came for and break for the first vehicle that you can get to. Benjamin I know it's a lot to ask, but while were waiting search our dearly departed for anything useful. I paused as I looked at him. Victoria had lunged for him and succeeded in biting his shoulder.

He yelled out in pain before spinning around with his machete. He swung in a blind rage, but took her head clean off. Her head plopped down on the carpet floor and started to snap around; unable to get to the meat that she so desperately craved. He dropped his blade and grabbed his wound as he stumbled back against the wall; applying pressure to his shoulder. "What the fuck?" He brought his hand down to assess the situation. His eyes filled with recognition and despair as he looked between his hand covered in blood and me.

His smile was tight; trying to convey hope, but I knew better. He had given up, just like that. I stormed over to him and grabbed his head; forcing him to look back at me. "This isn't over yet. We are still here for you Mike. You're not alone." He nodded in disdain but courage played at the corner of his eye, so I let him go. I turned back to the group and started barking orders over the radio. "Shane, Ty, Demetrie. Get a truck back here, now!" I growled.

Victoria's head was still snapping around so I went over to it and stepped on it. Ben flinched back, a little in disgust and shock. "Seth help Ben out will ya." Seth hopped up and jogged over to Liam and Laurant stripping them of what they no longer needed. He moved on to the other assailant; that had clearly taken our comrades down. When he finished up my radio buzzed in. 'Lets go yah herr.'

Everyone started gathering their things and heading toward the door. Alice stood in the door way waiting for me, but her focus was on Ben. I glanced over to him to notice that he had backed himself into a corner. Great he's in shock. I thought. I started for him, but something snagged on my belt. I looked down to see a hand drawing my holstered pistol. "I kill myself before I turn into one of those things," he spat. I spun around to see Mike scared big blue eyes filled with pride and sadness.

I understood it, but I wasn't ready to lose anyone else. I raised my hands in surrender trying to get a little closer to him to take the gun away. It actually registered to me that Mike was a kid, he was twelve years old, and he didn't deserve this life. None of us did. As soon as I took a step forward he spoke. "I'm sorry."

"No mike." I lunged for him the same time that he splattered his brains out on the wall behind him. His body hit the wall with a nasty splat then slid down. He didn't want to die and become one of those things lurking around the corner and feeding on flesh. I squatted down to retrieve my pistol. "Idiot" I was angry now. I could deal with adults dying, but to see a kid lose hope like that was my breaking point.

I looked up toward Alice, tears brimming up. "Jasper," she cried; her voice about to break, "get Ben and let's go." I stalked over toward Ben and grabbed him by the arm, probably leaving a bruise. I hauled him out the room. We left the building and I shoved him in the back of a pickup, before seating myself.

I looked back at the precinct in the passenger rearview mirror. Alice's words ringing in my head. Her expression was dark and emotionless as if she was seeing something. Then she barely whispered, "I'm sorry…Keep promise." Then her voice was a bit louder, but was cold and calculated. "We should come back. Nothing good will come of this."

"I'm sorry… Keep promise." It was barely a whisper, but she had said it and I did hear it. Those words… were the last words of Liam and Mike. It couldn't be a coincident.

A/N: Okay everyone, please review and let me know what you think. I was trying to make it dramatic and suspenseful, and a bit heart breaking. Again, sorry for the long wait. I hope the fact that you get two chapter makes up for that.