Rocky sat down as far from the windows and exiting door as he could get. He can't take the sounds of screaming and groaning. It's wearing on his nerves. With so many shots being fired calling more of the undead to the police station, the citizens of Los Angeles, maybe even all of California, will be lost. This infection could get widespread. It's both angering and a comfort to think it is contained to a mere location. He ran his hands through his dirty hair, the strands fell back into place like fingers drumming along his forehead in contemplation. What to do? Where to go? What? What?

"What?!" He asked when feeling a nagging presence tapping his shoulder. "Oh.. Sorry, Tum. What's up?"

"Any word, again, from dad?"

Rocky had no idea. Too lost in thought. "Umm, no." He checked his phone. "He's gonna be fine. They could be on their way here right now."

"I sure hope so." Sitting beside his brother, he let out a sigh of dismay. Nothing to say. Just feelings spilling into the air from everyone.

Sadness, determination, confusion, resignation. The strongest of the emotions being a restlessness and fear. It was hard not to be afraid. So much can happen due to the smallest drop of your guard. A bite, your loss of sanity, or death. And not a death brought on by the undead, at this point someone could be presumed undead and killed by someone looking to protect their self.

"Help! Let us in!"

Bang! Bang! Boom! Came from a heavier arm, fist, or object upon the solid doors of the precinct. The sudden assault on the door scared the calm, though it resided in a frazzled state-of-mindset, out of everyone inside.

"Open the door! Help us!" Screamed a woman.

The people inside all looked at each other, uncertainty in their glancing gazes. Should they allow them inside or not? They all tensed when hearing screams from those living and desperate to gain access. Tum Tum broke first. It got to him how real it is. How just an hour or so ago the ones outside and being ignored could have been him and his brothers. He fell into the sergeant who wrapped her arms around him, rocking his weeping body.

It seems a new feeling was joining the heavy air. Guilt. The force heard those in need and decided to turn a blind ear. It hurt so much that one of the officers left the main area to be alone.

"We need to come up with a plan of action, we can't just sit still and ignore the citizens when they need us the most." Said the red haired officer, his gaze out the East window looking at the chaos.

An officer with glasses nodded to agree. They wouldn't ignore their families, so they shouldn't do it to others. "Maybe they'll get to safety?" An optimistic prayer in a hopeless situation. "Maybe they.."

His words were halted as his body went flying across the room along with wood, dry wall, and glass as a large SUV came crashing through the front doors. Inside the car were a man and two women, either related or joined together as a means of escape and safety anything but alone. They exchanged words with each other before hoping from the car, and with a desperate wild look in their eyes they pleaded for help and shelter. Safety from the outside world, where the unarmed were minced meat within minutes.

"They're everywhere!" The oldest of the women cried into an officer's chest. "My sister got bit, please help her."

The police force barely had a second to pay attention to what was said, no one could act beyond being stunned by the absolute chaos that erupted over the once serene atmosphere. Zombies, zombies everywhere! In every shape, size, and color all accented with blood theirs and multiple others. The limping sister included. She exited the demolishing vehicle and limped over to the nearest law enforcer.

"Ma'am, this isn't a hospital." As if that needed to be said since it was quite obvious.

But to those who are scared and in need of help, where it comes from and how are not important, just as long as assistance is given. And the police could get them safely to the hospital to help the injured young woman. It was actually amazing that anyone could hear anything over the groans of the cannibal army and the banging from the guns going off around them.

The Douglas brothers stood stunned in the background as they watched the terror unfold around them. The intruders do not know the magnitude of their abrupt assertion. A once safe enough haven was brought down almost immediately. Colt felt a pain in his chest at the slaughter of the unconscious officer Braxton, who was unaware of anything until violently awoken by teeth biting into his collar!

The undead piled in as though they hadn't mostly lost interest and cleared away. The officers removed their weapons, standing at the frontlines opening fire on the invasion.

"Colt, come on!" Rocky grabbed his brother's arm and tugged him back to his senses, as his common sense had gone out the window, leading him absent-mindedly over to the fallen man to try helping him. Saving him, despite seeing that it is far too late.

"This way, hurry!" A chunky female cop ushered the boys and the man who'd crashed through the wall into the back area of the station. The girls he was travelling with were grabbed by surprise, and no longer needed shelter.

Their feet thud and pound over the carpeted path of hallway, down a long row of stairs.

"Whoa!" Tum Tum stumbled down three stairs, but Rocky held him steady from falling worse than slipping on his heels.

They didn't run so far, but they all felt completely out of breath. However, they didn't stop running until they were in the kennel area. The door burst open startling the dog trainers inside keeping the once worked-up animals calm.

"What's happened? What's going on?" The dog trainer asked. His eyes are wide and searching the faces of his fellow officers and the strangers who barged in, causing a ruckus among the once quiet pound of police dogs. "Rachel?"

"Some idiot," she dropped her proportionate weight onto an empty stool. "Drove right through the front door, they're everywhere… we… Stew, we're in the weeds right now.. Granted everyone isn't already dead."

Stew looked as though he wished none of them had come knocking on his door. He was sitting pretty among his animal friends with his partners, Anne and Grover, now he has to hear something like this. They're unarmed, save aside from the dogs, and they wouldn't turn the animals on the infected. What if biting them infected the dogs? It's too risky.

"What are we gonna do?" he asked, hoping one of them had a solution.

"We're just gonna have to wait and see how the others push them back. I only have the one clip… I'm sorry." Replied Rachel.

From the distance it sounded as if someone was throwing the furniture around. Noisy banging at random caused mini heart attacks within everyone listening. Colt being the exception. He's sitting on the floor, head down, and stressing over the fact that his knocking out officer Braxton led to the man's death. A frightening, unimaginable death.

Rocky has his ear to the door, listening in for how close the activity outside remains from them. He feels like such a coward, but what can he do? Nothing. He's absolutely helpless. He has no weapons beyond his body, and it isn't an ideal use for something like this. He'd basically be handing himself over as a snack. Pick and arm, pick a leg. I'm tasty. He can't do that to his brothers.

Looking for his brothers, he sees Tum Tum petting a dog, feeding it his nervous energy. Colt was huddled in a corner with tears streaming down his cheeks. That was unusual for his first younger brother. He walked over and sat down beside him.

"Colt, what's wrong?" Besides the obvious. But, Colt wasn't so afraid he was crying about it. Right?

"Officer Braxton is dead, and it's because of me… He woke up screaming in pain, but he could have been fine if I hadn't hit him…"

Rocky shook his head. He doesn't know what to say. He could say that was insane. That Colt was exaggerating. However.. He wasn't wrong. But, that didn't mean he needed to blame himself for it. It was necessary at the time. No one could have seen it coming that a car would drive through the front door.

"Shit!" Was from a voice coming from outside in the hall. But the human interaction went no further than that with the occupants in the room.

Rocky released the tension in his seat, then he began groping himself for his phone. 'Shoot. I must have left it on the desk in the main area.' Tapping his brother, he asked. "Colt, gimme your phone,"

"What?"

"Your phone. I left mine out there, I need to tell Dad not to come here."

Colt came from his stupor and handed his brother his phone.

"Colt, you can't let it weigh you down right now, we have to stay alert." Rocky said sincerely but absently as he texted his mother. He doesn't want to distract his father if he's driving right now. There's too much going on on the roads and accidents were aplenty just as they walked over to the precinct. "Colt? Do you understand?"

"..Yeah.. I do. I.. Rocky, it's just really screwed up. The guy was so miserable, as it was.."

"I know. But, we have to stay sharp." He set down the phone after sending his message. "Mom and dad need us." He gave his brother's shoulder a squeeze.

Bang! Bang!

Everyone's attention turned to the door where fired shots held their breaths. Would the person or persons firing try to get inside? Will they bring the dead inside with them?

Tum Tum slowly joined his brothers' sides. He wasn't sure how they could protect him any better than anyone else, but he's relied on them all his life. Going to them was only natural, no matter how many weapons or tanks were on the side of other people around them. His brothers are strength, a part of the four strands of rope that build their foundation. No one could break that security in his heart.

"Sam," Jessica cradled her phone as if it was her son. "We can't go to the station, Jeffrey says it's not safe."

"Not safe? What happened? Where are they?"

"Let me ask?" She typed rapidly into the text window. The reply came quickly. "He says the police station." Seeing another message appear she smiled. "He says this isn't Jeffrey, it's Samuel." She typed a quick sorry. "He says they're still there. A car broke through the front doors, and they're down in the kennel. Safe again, for now." Jessica could breathe easy, but not by much. "Sam, what should we do?"

"If the boys are at the station, that's where we're going." He said resolutely.

"But Rocky says -..."

Cutting her off he informed her. "Sam is bright and resourceful, but he doesn't know what's best. Not through this." He went on saying. "You asked me what we should do, and I think it's to be with the kids. They need us... And we need them."

She wasn't going to argue. She needs to see the kids, and hold them.

At the station. There is no end to the swell, they just keep coming. Something must be alerting them other than the initial bang of the car hitting the building.

"Everybody, get to the back area!" The sergeant ordered. "Now!"

They didn't have to be told twice. The police force bolted through the doors and hurried away. A few dead followed after them, but they were stopped by a bullet to the brain. Ceasing the sudden retreat to look over their shoulders, it was a collective jaw drop when their sergeant opened fire on the leaking gasoline underneath the car. It took three tries but eventually the flame caught exploding! It took out most of the dead, and burned the others slowly taking them down.

The head of the station followed after her men, pulling a bit a shrapnel from her arm. "Let's get to the roof!"

Her team nod and head for the stairwell.

Down in the kennel, the group look perplexed over the loud sound. What was that?

"Rocky, what should we do?"

"Just wait I guess."

They all jumped when an alarm sounded.

"There's a fire. The car engine must have caught." Says officer Rachel. "We can't stay down here, if the sprinkler system can't put the fire out."

Tum Tum was already at the door pulling on the knob. He was not about to die a slow death like a smoked chicken. "Where are we going?" He asked before blindly entering the dark hall.

The lights shut off, leaving only the red glow of the emergency signs. The once eager to flee emotions suddenly petered. Dark and unarmed is never good. Officers Rachel and the dog trainers took the lead. They released the animals from the caged area, not about to leave them behind.

"Quietly, we're gonna go out the back door. If they like noise then we're probably clear on that side of the building, the sniper can fend some off, I have some bullets but not much."

"Stay close." Said trainer Sal.

The group moved up the stairs, careful of foot placement. Around them they could hear other movement, it sounded too controlled to be zombies. The other cops must be headed somewhere in the building, but rather than rendezvous with the rest of the team, they continued in the escape plan they chose.

And the most beautiful sight greeted the Douglas brothers when the back doors burst open. Their parents were driving past in search of a way in. The car stopped abruptly and before they had a chance to get out the kids were entering the car, grabbing for Sam and Jessica from the backseat, hugging them and telling them how happy they were to see them.

The officers who'd helped them out were relieved. But also realized they weren't yet out of the woods themselves and quickly made for the garage for a car.

The police station was slowly going up in flames... This was it. What could be done now?