"You sure it was a good idea to send Katt?" Dave asked. Wes laughed and they carried on running.

"We have enough ammo to last us to the police station, once there we can steal some off John. He's gonna be spending most this op trying to get computers on-line."

"What about Susan and Pete, won't they need it?" Wes stopped and blinked.

"We still haven't heard from them yet, have we?" Dave stopped running too and shook his head.

"Try them again, on your radio. I'm going to radio Sam and see what's keeping her." Dave nodded and pulled out his radio. Tuning into Susan's radio frequency he smiled.

"Susan, Susan it's Dave, do you read me? Over"

"Dave… Pete… Ok… ammo… Zombies… thing with… tongue… gross… alive for now… over." Dave flashed Wes a 'there ok' look and tried again.

"Well, if you can hear anything more than I just got, then listen up. Wes and I are headed to the police station. We'll nick some ammo off John and start looking for you. Try and keep position till you hear otherwise, or see us. Over." Dave heard a laugh, and then gun shots.

"The frequency changed." Wes looked over to Dave who shrugged.

"Request urgent back up, I repeat, request urgent back up at police station. Over." And then silence. Wes clipped his radio back onto his belt and started running again.

"Damn, I'm too old for this shit!" Dave joked, slipping his radio back and running after Wes.

"Susan, It's John, I'm on my way now. I hear the gun shots, your about five minuets or less from my current position."

"Get a move on or we won't be here in five minuets!" Susan replied. John leapt over the desk and ran to the door on his second right. He'd printed off a map of the station, so he knew exactly where Susan and his brother would be. Drawing his Barretta he swung open the first door, searched the room for danger and proceeded with caution.

"Why the hell would they build a police station like that? Jesus, what the hell happened here?" Noticing the blood on the walls and the paper strewn about, John whistled and continued.

"Jesus, it's the bloody RPD all over again, except when I was there, I didn't see any blood."

There was a door behind a cupboard and a window next to that. Opening the door he met a long deserted and equally messed up corridor. Hearing his brother's voice up ahead he scowled and started forward.

"John, over hear!" Pete called. John broke into a jog, jumping broken chairs and barricades that had failed. The smell of death hit him and his stomach lurched, turning the next corner he could see Susan and Pete shooting at something he knew only too well.

"Susan, Pete, move out the way!" he yelled. Raising his Barretta he aimed right for the creatures head. One shot and it slumped to the floor only to be followed by seven more. And something else, something bigger… more sinister.

"Seven zombies and a… now come on, that's just not right." He breathed. Holstering his Barretta he pulled a grenade out from his pack and sighed.

"I'm gonna need the ammo, but I might need this later… oh screw this… GRENADE!" he yelled. Pete and Susan looked at each other and ran back up the stairs they'd come down by. Hiding behind wall they waited. John pulled the pin and threw the grenade, running back the way he'd come and hiding round the corner, he waited for the explosion and called out to see if Pete and Susan were ok.

"Are you bloody stupid? That was a bit dramatic for seven zombies wasn't it?" Susan called. John smiled.

"Of course. Besides, you called an urgent back up, eight zombies between two people isn't urgent. How bad is the damage?"

"It was more than that… we're not quite sure what it was but…" Pete shook his head, cutting Susan off. She sighed. Neither of them were sure they'd seen it, and there was no guarantee John had either.

"We can just make it to you, come on Susan." John poked his head around the corner and laughed. He'd blown a nice big hole in the floor and could see down to the next level. There was just enough of a lip for Susan and Pete to reach the corridor John had come threw

"I'll come to you, hang on there." Pushing his back up against the wall, John started to slide his way towards them.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"If I give you the map, you can explore the rest of the station. It'll be easier if I…" Before John could finish there was an almighty cracking noise. Pete watched in terror as his brother disappeared before his eyes.