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David looked up and it felt like his heart had stopped as he reached the ground. Yoko was falling and he felt he wouldn't be able to catch her in time; she was going to die if he didn't do something. Dropping Bob he lunged forward and managed to catch her. She only received an injured ankle in the process, she had bashed it on the way down. "You okay?" He asked. Yoko nodded and tried to stand up. Only to collapse again.

"Are you sure you're okay?" George asked, standing beside David, looking down at Yoko. When Bob began to cough, blood trickled down on corner of his mouth. Mark gasped and took a hold of him and leant him against the wall.

"Bob?" He asked, while George checked Yoko.

"Mark." Bob rasped. Turning to his friend, Mark knelt before him, concern shining in his dark eyes. "What is it?" He asked worried.

"I-I can't go on. You'll have to…kill me." Bob said, his breathing had become labored and his face was sweaty and contorted in pain. Mark's eyes widened as he gripped his friends shoulder gently.

"Y-you can't be serious!" He said.

"I'll only slow you down, look…" he said pointing to Raven, who was watching this from a distance. "That girl…is young, too young to be killed because of me." Bob panted, his hand dropping to his side. Mark stood there speechless, he knew there was no talking him out of it. Coughing Bob reached for his gun and held it to his head and pulled the trigger.

BAM!

Everybody looked in the direction of the gunshot as Bob's hand dropped down to his side once again. "Bob!" Mark screamed as he clutched at his friends body. Slowly Kevin placed a hand on his friends shoulder, while George sighed.

"I'm sorry about your friend Mark. But we must continue."

"Oh, yeah and where are we going to go?" Jim asked. "The entire city is overrun with zombies!"

"But maybe the station was turned into a safe haven for survivors." Yoko said. Her ankle was bruised and swollen and probably hurt like a bitch, but not like she was complaining, and David liked that. What he didn't like was having until they got to the police station. Not that she was heavy, just that it left him vulnerable in a way. But as long as she was….David looked up questionably, why would he care suddenly? She was just a girl. A girl that was frightened.

Looking down at the shivering bundle in his arms. Yoko stopped shivering long enough to look up at him, with beautiful dark brown eyes.

"David!"

Turning around, he saw Jim beckoning him over as the others made their way to the RPD. While Cynthia was brandishing her knife, looking left and right, her eyes narrowed. Nearly tripping when something grabbed her ankle. Looking down she sighed frustrated, as she saw a zombie had latched on to her. Bringing her knife down on the things head, she grimaced as bone gave way like a rotting fruit.

Pulling her knife out she brought her foot down on its skull, mushy brain matter and other fluids squirted out.

"Urk!"

Looking up, she saw Jim place a hand to his mouth and turn away. Puking his guts out, Cynthia couldn't help but feel sorry for him. Sure he was a coward, but hell if it wasn't for Raven looking to her for protection, she probably be the same way too. Wiping his mouth off on the sleeve of his shirt, he turned back to them. Looking sheepish. Smiling sympathetically at him, Cynthia placed a hand on his back reassuringly.

Nodding to her, Jim followed after the rest of the group, trying not to look at the bodies and littered the ground. Especially the one that was sprawled out on a hood of a smashed up car. It was once a little girl, maybe about Raven's age. Crows had tore most of the skin off of her face, revealing glistening bone, one of the once blue eyes was now hanging out of its socket uselessly.

Her organ now surrounded her, her ribcage showing and her throat torn out. Jim looked away, a mixture of sorrow and horror. The girls mouth open in a silent scream, leaving nothing to imagine what the girls last moments were like. Turning away they continued on…

at the RPD

Rita watched as several of her fellow officers fought to protect any survivors they could find. Reloading her weapon, she looked to her right and saw Marvin clutching at his stomach, sweat trickling down his face. The fear washed from her face, replaced with worry as she knelt beside him. Looking up, he gave her a reassuring smile. But Rita wasn't falling for it, dropping to her knees, she pried his hands away from his stomach and gasped. There was a gaping wound in his abdomen, blood trickling steadily out and staining his light blue shirt.

"I-it's nothing compared to what happened to the others." He rasped and tried to stand up, but Rita pushed him back down, a small but sad smile on her lips. "You stay still; I'll got get some medical supplies from the storage room." Standing up straight, she turned to the other two officers. "Keep an eye on this man, I'll be back soon." Nodding the two officers stood by Marvin's side.

Leaving the room Rita looked left and right, making sure none of her undead comrades was around. Walking through the main lobby, she suddenly spun around towards the main door as it swung open. Her eyes widened as she lowered her gun in relief as she saw Kevin standing there, blood smeared on his face, and standing behind him were nine other survivors. Each covered in blood and other bodily fluids.

"I can't believe you're still alive!" she sighed, walking up to Kevin and wrapping her arms around him, well tried to anyway. He was just a tad too big in a way.

"Yeah, I can't believe it either." Alyssa said, wiping at her face, trying to get some of the blood off. But only managed to smear it across her face. Kevin growled and turned to the reporter, his eyes narrowed dangerously. "Especially when dufus kept almost tripping me on the run here." She growled.

"I'm a dufus?" Kevin snarled as Alyssa nodded triumphantly. A smirk on her face, but her face suddenly took a look of surprise as Kevin got in her face. "Well maybe I wouldn't be a dufus if YOU learned to run faster!" He snarled.

"I was running as fast as I fucking could, so shut the fuck up you useless drunk!" Alyssa snarled.

Rita gasped and took a step back as Kevin pinned Alyssa against the wall, gripping her wrist tightly. Their faces inches apart, his breath hot on her face. "I would rather be a useless drunk, than a bitchy pain in the ass, which's nothing more than a waste of my goddamn time!" Kevin said slowly. Alyssa's eyes widened for a bit, then narrowed back into slits before Kevin let her go and turned away. Rita moved to get out of his way as he stood next to the fountain, taking deep breaths.

Looking to Mark, Rita whispered. "Lover's quarrel?"

Mark shook his head and whispered back, "Nah, dunno what that was but I wouldn't be surprised if they did end up getting together in the end." Rita smirked then nodded before turned away.

"Hey!" George called. Turning around once again Rita looked at him, her hand on her hip. "Do you have any medical supplies? Some of our group is hurt." He said. Rita nodded. "Yeah follow me; we got tons of med kits and stuff." Rita said heading towards a door.

Motioning Cindy to follow him George followed the blonde officer. Jim looked to Cynthia, who had a hand clasped over her right hand. Blood seeping through her fingers. On the way over things seemed to be going smoothly, that is until something that looked like a skinned dog leapt out of the shadows at them. It went for Cindy but Cynthia had got in its way, raising her hand to keep it from biting into her throat. Her scream still echoed in his mind as the dog bit down. Blood dribbled everywhere; she was knocked off her feet as it began to tug. George had held on to her, while Jim found a wooden baseball bat and brought it down on its head.

"You okay?" Jim asked. "How's your hand?"

"Hurts like a bitch, I'll need stitches but I think I'll live." She said. By now blood had formed a puddle on the ground and was continuing to grow. Sighing Jim decided that it was probably going to get dirty anyway so he took off his jacket and wrapped her injured hand in it. Well tried to anyway. So instead he held it to her hand. His jacket turned from a blue to a dark purple. But what surprised him was he didn't mind, he could always buy a new one.

TING!

Looking down at where the sound came from, Cynthia saw an odd looking coin. Raising an eyebrow in question, she bent down and reached for it, same time Jim did, their fingers touching before Cynthia pulled back. "Your lucky coin?" she asked. Jim nodded as he looked down at it. "Do you have a lucky charm or something?" He asked looking to her. Cynthia shook her head; she didn't really have a lucky…anything actually. Her fathers combat knife and her mothers' earrings maybe. But she just didn't know yet…

Raven watched as Cynthia and Jim talked quietly while they waited for George and Cindy to return. Her injured arm was hurting again and she had a headache, maybe she was coming down with something. Maybe whatever it was turning people into zombies was now inside her. Maybe it was only a matter of time, until she become on of them too…

Well here is chapter 6 enjoy.