Tonia grabbed her backpack from the passenger side seat, and stepped out of
her car. The snow was piled up over the sidewalk, almost two feet in depth.
Quickly she trampled through it, and to the double doors of the station.
She walked carefully inside and stared around her. It was a nightmare.
Bodies littered the floor, and the heads had been ripped off.
The stench of rotting flesh lingered on the air, nauseatingly mixed with the coppery smell of blood. It appeared no one was left alive. And the bodies were unidentifiable. Slowly she descended down the steps, ignoring the two doors on either side of her. She was headed for the conference room.
On the far left side of the main hall, the door stood ajar, waiting. Carefully, she stepped over the many bodies that littered the floor like garbage. As she reached the door, she noticed there was less blood in the room than the rest of the station she had seen. She entered the room, and looked around.
The weapons cabinet was almost empty, except for a combat shotgun. She picked up the shotgun, and dumped forty spare rounds into her backpack with the spare 9mm rounds. Careful not to make much noise, she slowly proceeded around the corner to the next wooden door. She placed her hand on the knob.
Before she opened the door, she heard a crunching noise, like small bones being crushed. It was coming from behind the door. Slowly she cracked it open enough to see behind it. She gazed towards the source of noise. One of the same freakish undead that had attacked her was slowly devouring a police officer. Tonia noted that the attacker also looked like he had been dead for several days. "Zombies?" she mumbled to herself. "No, can't be." Slowly she closed the door, and reloaded her nine-millimeter.
The stench of rotting flesh lingered on the air, nauseatingly mixed with the coppery smell of blood. It appeared no one was left alive. And the bodies were unidentifiable. Slowly she descended down the steps, ignoring the two doors on either side of her. She was headed for the conference room.
On the far left side of the main hall, the door stood ajar, waiting. Carefully, she stepped over the many bodies that littered the floor like garbage. As she reached the door, she noticed there was less blood in the room than the rest of the station she had seen. She entered the room, and looked around.
The weapons cabinet was almost empty, except for a combat shotgun. She picked up the shotgun, and dumped forty spare rounds into her backpack with the spare 9mm rounds. Careful not to make much noise, she slowly proceeded around the corner to the next wooden door. She placed her hand on the knob.
Before she opened the door, she heard a crunching noise, like small bones being crushed. It was coming from behind the door. Slowly she cracked it open enough to see behind it. She gazed towards the source of noise. One of the same freakish undead that had attacked her was slowly devouring a police officer. Tonia noted that the attacker also looked like he had been dead for several days. "Zombies?" she mumbled to herself. "No, can't be." Slowly she closed the door, and reloaded her nine-millimeter.