Chapter 3
Dark Dementia
The sound of gunfire had abruptly stopped when a blood- curdling scream was heard on the bridge overhead. The cops on the bus were now itching to get off and fight the good fight against whatever had just caused that scream. As the bus slowly pulled into the "disturbance zone" the officers were greeting with a bloody scene. Dead bodies were strewn across the ground. Blood seemed to have covered every inch of the place and the smell made most of the cops gag. The bus again came to a stop and opened its doors. Each officer except the one driving the bus stepped out with guns drawn. The stench outside was worse than the one that invaded the inside of the bus. The streets were empty except for the bodies which, when looked at closer, were the ones of a cop from almost every department in the state. It was very sad.
"What in God's name could have done this and where did it go!" screamed one of the cops in anger. Jason looked at the cop, it was Officer Jefferson, and he was a real hot head. Jason spoke up to Jefferson saying, "Calm down, we won't get anywhere by putting our guard down to rant and rave." That shut Jefferson up because he knew Jason was right. Silence overcame the group for a short period of time. Each person was still in awe of the surroundings when a sound came from the alley ahead of them. "Raise your guns!" shouted the sergeant. Jason had the butt of his gun jammed hard into his shoulder. He cocked the weapon. He was now a dangerous man. The sound ahead went silent, and then, a slow groan was heard. An outline of a man could be seen now; the figure slowly trudged towards the team. Jason didn't really know what to do. He was a S.W.A.T. cop; he had no idea how to handle a supposed riot operation. He felt wrong about the whole mission so far. To start with, the weapons seemed wrong, why were they carrying only live ammo. He thought that riot operations carried beanbag guns and a pistol if things got bad. This along with the rest of the day had confused him. "Jason! Silently shouted a fellow officer, get your mind on track!" Jason nodded and returned to the here and now. The figure was coming closer, surprisingly slowly one might add. The sergeant ordered the silhouette to put his hands above his head and lie on the ground. It didn't listen but kept walking on. Jason heard a noise beside him. Turning his head but not his body, Jason looked towards the carcass a few feet away. Nothing came from it so Jason went right back to what he was doing. "What is with this guy?" Whispered the sarge. The shadow of the man was now starting to disappear, showing his true form. Everyone gasped, to horrified and disgusted to do otherwise. The man was no man at all but a decaying figure. The whole right part of his face was gone, showing only his skull. "How is that possible? Said one of the younger cops, the cop's face no longer looked like a man, but like a frightened child. It just could not be ... oh GOD!" The cop started screaming hysterically. He started to flinch and fire his gun. The other officers were horror-struck to see the dead carcass of another officer eating away at his ankle. In a panic they all started to fire, blowing away this demon to kingdom come. A woman officer screamed. The other carcasses were arising. "It's a freaking ambush!" Jefferson shouted in horror.
His gun started to fire rapidly at each and every undead body. Every other cop seemed to like his plan and did the same. The bodies weren't falling though. Closer and closer they came. One of the undead jumped on the sarge and started to attack him before anyone else knew about it. "SARGE NO!!!! Jason screamed in terror and rage. He rapidly fired his weapon until his clip was empty. The zombie had fallen, finally dead, but it was too late for the sarge. His jugular vein had been torn apart and the blood was gushing out everywhere. Jason couldn't stop the tear from shedding from his eye. He wiped it away and started to get very pissed off. Like a commando he took charge and ordered everyone to fall back to the bus. Every zombie that came near was riddled with bullets until it could only crawl. The panic- stricken cops managed to scramble onto the bus right as the situation got really bad. Undead started to stumble out from everywhere, the half skull faced one seemed to be the leader. Each officer, including Jason, did not care. All they wanted to do was get the hell out. Jason gave the order to the bus driver "Step on it now, kill everything that gets in the way." The driver obeyed without question. Faster than ever before the bus peeled out of there, crushing everything in its path. "We gotta turn somewhere! Shouted the bus driver. We are just going farther into the city. Wait, what the hell is that. Holy Mother of.... Before that sentence could be finished a winged beast swerved in front of the bus and with both feet, kicked it right in the front. The force of the beast flipped the bus on its top either killing or knocking everyone out.
The sound of gunfire had abruptly stopped when a blood- curdling scream was heard on the bridge overhead. The cops on the bus were now itching to get off and fight the good fight against whatever had just caused that scream. As the bus slowly pulled into the "disturbance zone" the officers were greeting with a bloody scene. Dead bodies were strewn across the ground. Blood seemed to have covered every inch of the place and the smell made most of the cops gag. The bus again came to a stop and opened its doors. Each officer except the one driving the bus stepped out with guns drawn. The stench outside was worse than the one that invaded the inside of the bus. The streets were empty except for the bodies which, when looked at closer, were the ones of a cop from almost every department in the state. It was very sad.
"What in God's name could have done this and where did it go!" screamed one of the cops in anger. Jason looked at the cop, it was Officer Jefferson, and he was a real hot head. Jason spoke up to Jefferson saying, "Calm down, we won't get anywhere by putting our guard down to rant and rave." That shut Jefferson up because he knew Jason was right. Silence overcame the group for a short period of time. Each person was still in awe of the surroundings when a sound came from the alley ahead of them. "Raise your guns!" shouted the sergeant. Jason had the butt of his gun jammed hard into his shoulder. He cocked the weapon. He was now a dangerous man. The sound ahead went silent, and then, a slow groan was heard. An outline of a man could be seen now; the figure slowly trudged towards the team. Jason didn't really know what to do. He was a S.W.A.T. cop; he had no idea how to handle a supposed riot operation. He felt wrong about the whole mission so far. To start with, the weapons seemed wrong, why were they carrying only live ammo. He thought that riot operations carried beanbag guns and a pistol if things got bad. This along with the rest of the day had confused him. "Jason! Silently shouted a fellow officer, get your mind on track!" Jason nodded and returned to the here and now. The figure was coming closer, surprisingly slowly one might add. The sergeant ordered the silhouette to put his hands above his head and lie on the ground. It didn't listen but kept walking on. Jason heard a noise beside him. Turning his head but not his body, Jason looked towards the carcass a few feet away. Nothing came from it so Jason went right back to what he was doing. "What is with this guy?" Whispered the sarge. The shadow of the man was now starting to disappear, showing his true form. Everyone gasped, to horrified and disgusted to do otherwise. The man was no man at all but a decaying figure. The whole right part of his face was gone, showing only his skull. "How is that possible? Said one of the younger cops, the cop's face no longer looked like a man, but like a frightened child. It just could not be ... oh GOD!" The cop started screaming hysterically. He started to flinch and fire his gun. The other officers were horror-struck to see the dead carcass of another officer eating away at his ankle. In a panic they all started to fire, blowing away this demon to kingdom come. A woman officer screamed. The other carcasses were arising. "It's a freaking ambush!" Jefferson shouted in horror.
His gun started to fire rapidly at each and every undead body. Every other cop seemed to like his plan and did the same. The bodies weren't falling though. Closer and closer they came. One of the undead jumped on the sarge and started to attack him before anyone else knew about it. "SARGE NO!!!! Jason screamed in terror and rage. He rapidly fired his weapon until his clip was empty. The zombie had fallen, finally dead, but it was too late for the sarge. His jugular vein had been torn apart and the blood was gushing out everywhere. Jason couldn't stop the tear from shedding from his eye. He wiped it away and started to get very pissed off. Like a commando he took charge and ordered everyone to fall back to the bus. Every zombie that came near was riddled with bullets until it could only crawl. The panic- stricken cops managed to scramble onto the bus right as the situation got really bad. Undead started to stumble out from everywhere, the half skull faced one seemed to be the leader. Each officer, including Jason, did not care. All they wanted to do was get the hell out. Jason gave the order to the bus driver "Step on it now, kill everything that gets in the way." The driver obeyed without question. Faster than ever before the bus peeled out of there, crushing everything in its path. "We gotta turn somewhere! Shouted the bus driver. We are just going farther into the city. Wait, what the hell is that. Holy Mother of.... Before that sentence could be finished a winged beast swerved in front of the bus and with both feet, kicked it right in the front. The force of the beast flipped the bus on its top either killing or knocking everyone out.