Outside the police station...
Bang! Bang!
"They're shooting at us!" Eric yelled.
"No shit sherlock!" Ally yelled back.
Gunshots were coming from the windows of the station. There were approximately 11 officers holding
down the fort.
"Eric cover me." I said, then rushed to the double doors of the station. Luckily it hadn't been locked or even fortified.
More gunshots rang out and Ally joined me. While John and Eric held their attention we snuck in and went to the armory. An officer jumped out at us, fired three times, and missed. He met two bullets in his chest from my gun.
We got a few containers of gas then ran back to the front door. Before we got out, I noticed someone hiding under the desk. It was Oliver.
"Ey, you, come with us." I ordered.
"I... Okay." He complied then ran outside with us.
Eric and John were taking cover behind the car, still being shot at. We all piled into the car and sped out of the area. I was heading towards the tracks, and to the street that lead out of town. The squad car was riddled with bullet holes, but she was holding up.
Outside the station, 8:00 pm...
Olivia lead the rest of the group around the corner and to the police station. It was now dark, so they moved more liberally.
BANG! BANG! "AHHH!!" Jon had been hit twice in the chest.
"Shit, they're shooting at us!" Tom yelled.
"Tom! Take everyone back around the corner and wait for us. Jimy mind helping me?"
Jimy nodded and without a word, the two of them went into the station under cover of darkness. The guards aim was horrible at night and they used that to their advantage. When they entered the station, the guards were too busy with the zombie activity outside to send someone downstairs.
They entered the armory and picked up 3 gas cans and a radio. Jimy found his night stick and stowed it away. Olivia got a glock, a rifle and some other extra supplies. They then went back out, Jimy smashing a few zombies' heads on the way out and back around the corner.
"AHHH!" Two more dead were on top of Jenny while Tom and Jane fought off ones jumping on them.
BANG! BANG! Olivia killed them and went over the group.
"Jenny is infected!" Tom said. She had bite marks on her neck and was crying.
BANG! Olivia put a round through her head without hesitation.
"Damn woman." Tom said.
"Lets go." She yelled.
Oliver helped up Jane and they all started back out to the tracks. Jon was long dead from the gunshot wounds, but he was spared eternal slavery to the hordes of undeath. And that was the end of Jon, the 19 year old slacker.
The police station...
"Damnit people! Dan! Take two men and go secure downstairs." Eddy yelled.
"But sir, those things are down there now!" Dan said shakily.
"I don't care! We need to barricade the entrance and hold the armory." He yelled again.
Dan agreed and took two men with him. There were 5 of those things wandering in the halls and trying to get upstairs, but they took care of them.
"Eddy, ground level is clear, over." Dan said on his radio.
"Have that, out." Came Eddy's reply.
Just then 4 military trucks pulled up to the station, guns firing, killing the weak zombie threat outside the station.
"What the hell..." Eddy mumbled.
"OPEN FIRE BOYS!" He yelled.
Gunshots erupted from the building killing zombies and soldiers alike.
Front street of the station...
"They're fucking firing at us sir!" Abbey yelled.
"I can see that Lt. Fire back! Get those trucks moving!" He yelled.
Suddenly more 100+ dead rounded a corner and made their way towards the quartet of trucks.
"Shit, I said get these trucks moving!" Capt Aiden yelled again.
"They're all dead sir!" Abbey yelled over the noise.
The captain looked in his rearview mirror and saw people crawling all over the other trucks. He ordered Abbey to get the hell out of there, but before she could something grabbed her.
"Ahhh! Aide---" It pulled her out before she could cry for help.
Aiden, jumped out of the truck and drew his sidearm. He killed the already dead person trying to eat his second in command then helped her up. Gunfire hailed down all around them and more dead were crawling through their trucks.
"Shit. DAMNIT!" He swore loudly. "RUN!" He grabbed his second in command and left the street, running towards the railroad track area. As they left, more dead showed up and swarmed the police station, they easily broke in and amongst the yells of the dead, screams of living people came from inside...
Railroad tracks...
"Shit, we're running out of bloody gas!" I yelled
"Stop the car." John said. I complied and we all piled out.
"Crsh... Anyone there come in? Anyone there? Over." Ally's radio chirped.
It was Olivia.
"Bloody hell is it good to hear ya, you have anyone with you, over?" John asked.
"Yes, I have Jimy, Jane, Tom, and Oliver with me, where are you guys? Over."
"At the railroad tracks, the road leading out of town. It's clear here, over."
"Alright... stay there, we're on our way, out."
John went to the trunk and pulled out the gas cans.
"No wait, this car is shit. We need to wait for the others, Tom has a car." Eric said.
"Alright... Alright then we'll wait... I bloody hate waiting." John said.
Railroad tracks, a few hundred meters from Alex and the rest.
"Thanks for helping me back there..." Jane looked to Oliver.
"Uh, sure no prob..." He replied.
Ugh stupid teenagers, Tom thought.
Suddenly two people ran out of the streets and onto the railroad tracks in front of them, they didn't look back so the two didn't notice the larger group behind them.
"What the... EY! Over here!" Olivia yelled. They were apparently not one of the dead.
Railroad tracks...
Capt. Aiden Garrott stopped when he heard some yelling behind him. It was too dark to make out the figures, but he raised his gun and called out.
"Who's there?"
"Don't shoot, we're not one of them!" The tall woman yelled.
"Yeah, what about your friends at the bloody police station eh?" He yelled.
"No, they aren't our friends... I'm Olivia."
"Aiden... This is Abbey... Who are you then?" Aiden asked.
"We're not unfriendly, look we have a car and some supplies, we're getting the hell out of here, you're welcome to join us." Olivia offered.
"... alright." Aiden replied reluctantly.
They did their introductions and started off again towards the others.
Railroad tracks...
"Damnit... where are ya people." I said impatiently. I checked my watch, 9:30.
"Hey, they'll be here, just hang on." Ally said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
As if on cue, shadowy figures came approaching, they were conversing loudly, so they were obviously not of the dead. Stupid, yes, but dead, no.
"Ey, shut up will ya, you fools." Eric said, running up to them.
They introduced us to our new travel partners Cpt. Aiden, and Lt. Abbey. I wasn't taking orders from them, that's for sure.
"My land rover is another kilometer down this way." Tom said.
We walked for another 10 minutes until we came to Tom's car.
"Ah good to see ya again." He said to his dark green land rover.
"Rooaarrghh!!" 8 of the dead popped out of the trees, followed by more, just 50 meters away. They spotted us and ran at full speed.
"Shit, get the damn car open, and fill her up!" John yelled at Tom.
"I'm goin I'm goin!" Tom yelled back.
The car would take about 3 minutes to fill up, by the looks of it, we were screwed.
"Let's go!" I yelled, motioning everyone with a gun to make a defensive perimeter.
The number had now swelled to about 200, they multiplied exponentially, just pouring out of the forest, it seemed to be never ending. BANG! BANG!
Gunshots rang out, but it wouldn't be enough. Jane was the first to go, and for some reason Oliver threw himself at the 4 zombies that were attacking her and met the same fate. I switched to full auto and sprayed the group, all of them went down.
"Reloading!" Eric yelled from beside me.
I reloaded as well and switched back to semi-auto and took carefully aimed shots. Three more had made to within 5 meters, I took three shots, and three went down. I was the best sharpshooter in my unit, and it had served me well these past few days.
"SHIT! Tom hurry up!" John yelled back.
We were being overrun, then someone stepped up. As everyone fell back to the car, Jimy, with his nightstick and covered in the blood of his enemies moved forward, swinging wildly and bashing a head in every time.
"JIM!" I called out.
"GO!" He yelled back.
We all piled in the car, and the dead stopped chasing us, but went to Jimy. He continued fighting until we were all clear and the car jumped to life and we started driving.
"Wait for Jimy! Stop the fucking car!" I yelled at Tom.
"No can do, he's a goner." Tom snapped back at me
He drove off, leaving Jimy there, still fighting and slowly being surrounded.
Jimy had been bitten somehow, it was small, but lethal nonetheless. He knew he was dead, so he decided to buy his friends enough time to escape. He charged with his nightstick in hand and went on a rampage. His body seemed to know this was his last stand and supplied him with enough adrenaline.
He bashed head after head, and was bitten numerous times. The number of dead piled up around him, but he held his ground. Soon bodies piled up, but the swarm was never ending, and he was eventually taken down.
As the dead piled on him, he looked up into the sky, blocking out all of the pain, and said his silent prayer to god. 21 bodies lay beside him with their heads bashed in by a nightstick. When the dead finished with him, there was little left. But what was left, never turned...