Day 1, August 17, 2005, 11:04 am, On the Whittlesey main road, across from the hospital.
"SIR! We've got incoming!" Dan yelled over the chaos.
"I know damnit. We have about 4 minutes till they get to us." Harry yelled back.
The 30+ officers were still firing at the crowd of advancing people, but they weren't making much of a dent. The ones who were shot and fell down were trampled by the mob, the ones who didn't fall, kept coming.
"Our weapons aren't doin anything!" A 2 year veteran named Jerry yelled.
"Fall back to the hospital!" Harry yelled at the top of his lungs.
"GO GO!" One of the officers yelled.
The crowd was now in melee range and tearing through the blockade, some of the officers didn't get away. The ones who made it out of the barricades before it was overrun were now mobbed in the parking lot by infected fleeing the hospital. Guns blazing, they made their way through the mess.
"Shoot them!" Dan called out, firing his C-7 randomly at the doors.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!" Harry jumped on Dan who was firing wildly and hitting innocent people as well as combatants.
"Use some bloody discretion will ya!" Harry yelled at him.
"I can't tell whos friendly and whos not!"
The group of men made it into the hospital and locked the doors. Only 4 of them made it out of the war zone that had engulfed the parking lot and street. The group that was coming from within the town had now arrived and joined with the Petersborough group to form a huge mob of people trying to get inside.
"What the fuck!" Eddy yelled.
BANG! Harry shot a woman in scrubs that was charging Eddy from behind with her mouth wide open.
"Check her!" Harry called out.
"She's gone. Bite marks on her back and neck, bollocks I'm telling you we need the army in here!" Jerry yelled.
"There is no army, we need to clear this hospital and call for air evac. Dan make sure the doors are secure, Jerry go with him and secure ALL of the entrances into this building. Ed go up to the roof and get your brother... I said GO!" Harry ordered and his men went to their tasks.
"Air 2 come in, air 2, damnit Jamie answer me, over!" Harry yelled.
"Harry, good to hear ya mate, looks like you guys were bollocksed down there. How are you lookin, over?" Jamie asked.
"I've got 3 others with me plus the rooftop unit. Listen, we need immediate evac out of this area and back to the station. Get to the roof as fast as you can, do you understand, over?"
"Have that, Harry. Be there in 5 minutes, out." Jamie replied.
"We truly are bollocksed..." Harry mumbled afters witching his walkie off.
"AHHH" Bang! Bang! Somewhere across the hall yelling, gunshots, and glass shattering were heard over the noise of the rioters banging on the doors.
"HARRY!" Dan yelled from that direction.
Harry sprinted to the calling voice and found Dan holding Jerry. Two rioters found a way in and bit him up good. There was a nurse a few meters away who had no visible wounds other than bullet holes in her chest.
"What the hell happened!" Harry asked.
"Two of 'em got in, they were on Jerry so I shot 'em." Dan said.
"You killed the bloody nurse too you fool!" Harry yelled.
"I'm.. I'm sorry, I just--" Before Dan could finish, Jerry was up and tackling Dan. BANG! Harry put one round through his head and picked up Dan.
"Come on we need to get to the roof, if those two got in, there are probably more on the way." Harry said.
They went to the stairs, obviously not wanting to use the elevators in such a crisis, and came to an open door of the roof. There were blood stains on the gravel and smeared along the door. Quietly, with weapon at the ready, Harry ascended the last steps of the stairs. He pushed the door open and saw 7 people on the ground, 3 were officers, Ken, Charlie, and Ian, and 4 were patients from the hospital.
"Dad! Watch out, they fucking come back or some shit. What the hell are we going to do?" Ed asked.
"You call the helicopter unit?" Ross asked his father.
"Yes, he should be here in any minute." Harry said, and as if on cue, the Eurocopter EC135 T1 came into view and within earshot. It then proceeded to land on the roof and was able to take passengers.
"Get us the hell out of here!" Harv, the surviving sniper along with Ross from the rooftop unit said.
"Will do!" Jamie replied.
"Head back to the station." Harry said.
The 5 minute flight was flown mostly in silence. None of the men wanted to discuss what they had just witnessed. It was like something out of their worst nightmares and would now be etched to the back of their skulls for the rest of their possibly very short lives.
"What the..." Harry mumbled to himself. As they passed by his house, he noticed both cars were still in the driveway. Damnit Angela...
When they got back to the station Harry was the first one out. Ignoring all of the questions that his people were asking him, he burst into his office, closed, and locked the door. He walked slowly to the phone, praying there would be an answer to his calls. He picked up the phone and started dialing...
"Beep, you have reached the Wilkes resident, please leave a message... Beep." Came Angela's voice from the answering machine.
"Bollocks!" He said, dialing their cell now.
"Hi this is Bridgette, please leave a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."
"Damnit bloody hell shit motherfucker..." He cursed for another 10 seconds then sat in his chair.
5 minutes later...
Harry got up and in the process sent his chair tumbling into the bookshelf behind him, but he didn't care. He stormed out of his office, got his MP5, knife, and tacvest, and slammed out the front door. Ross, Eddy, and Jake followed him.
"Where the hell are you going? You can't just leave, not now, you have certain bloody responsibilities!" Ross yelled.
"My only responsibilities are to my bloody family, now get the hell out of my way!" Harry yelled.
"Wha... " Ross started.
"I thought you told them to leave the city?" Eddy yelled.
"Sir we ca.." Jake started, but was interrupted by Ross.
"We'll go with you."
"No, stay here and take care of this crisis, I'll be back in a bit." Harry replied.
He jumped into a patrol car and sped off, leaving a confused trio at the station to handle the coming apocalypse.
12:13 pm, Wilkes' Residence.
The drive to his house was usually 20 minutes, but the way he was driving, it was 5. He crashed a few times into parked cars, but the squad car was sturdy and despite the scratches and dents, made it to his house easily. He reached for his radio, but found out he left it at the station.
"Damnit... Just my luck." He mumbled.
"Angela why didn't you leave... Oh god..." He mumbled to himself again once he saw his front window shattered with pieces of skin dangling off the shards. Blotches of blood was scattered throughout the front lawn, front window, and porch. The streets were relatively silent. Most of the riots were taking place in Petersborough and the folk in Whittlesey that joined their ranks have probably gone there as well. Harry tried the door, but it was locked. He didn't have his keys so he just took the entrance conveniently made for him by the intruders.
He stepped over the planters and broken glass, careful not to cut himself, and walked into his home. The couch was tipped over and coffee table broken. Bloodstains were prevalent throughout the living room and into the kitchen.
Knock... Knock... A faint knocking was coming from upstairs. Harry dared not call out a name, too afraid of the answer he might get, and so, put off the inevitable truth that awaited him: Whether his wife and daughter were alive or not...
