Authors Note: Yeah, this chapter is gonna be really long and long and long
. So your wait was worth it.
The zombies poured into the police station, as if the bullets weren't even their! The three officers closest to the doors went under the mob first. Soon it was only Mark and five other people were left shooting. Mark looked around at their decreasing numbers and yelled,
"FALL BACK INTO THE LIBRARY!"
The officers retreated into the library and the door's lock started to give through as the zombies pushed to get into the library. Mark reloaded and racked his mind for a plan, god anything to keep them alive. Suddenly they heard gunfire in the grand hall. It lasted for about 10 seconds but then died out with the sounds of screams.
Suddenly the idea popped into Mark's head. The book shelves. They were on metal beams so they could move but not tip over. They were also about 12 feet high, high enough for zombies not to get on them.
"Everyone get on top of a book shelf and take aim at the door," commanded Mark
The cops looked at Mark with rather disbelief, but when he climbed up onto a bookshelf, they followed. Mark laid on his stomach and took aim. The lock finally gave through and the door shot open. But instead of zombies coming through, 8 men dressed in black jumpsuits, had body armor, and had gas masks on came through followed by two zombies. The men quickly shut the door and welded the lock shut with a portable welder.
As the zombies started to attack them Mark picked them off. All the men in black raised their mp5s and pointed them at the police officers. Mark laid down his M16 and stood up. The other officers did the same.
"Who are you guys?" asked Mark.
"The Umbrella Corporation has sent us here to clean up the mess that they made, but are team was ambushed by the infected population of Raccoon City. 22 of our men were killed." Said one of the men. The mask made his voice almost sound robotic.
"Well as you can tell we aren't infected so you can lower your guns." Mark suggested.
"Negative, anyone of you could have been infected but the effects haven't occurred yet. All you need is one bite, one scratch and your infected." The metallic voice replied.
One of the officers looked at Mark with concern on his face and quickly used his right hand to cover up his left forearm. Shots rang out and the officer fell dead. Mark quickly grabbed up his M16 and pointed at the group of Umbrella commandos.
"Why the hell did you do that?" asked Mark, his finger on the trigger.
"He was infected, we had to kill him or he would be a danger to us." Replied the man.
Mark started to shake and then he lowered the M16. Mark hopped off of the bookshelf and walked towards the group. They all aimed their guns at him.
"We need to get out of this city, can't you just call for a helicopter or something?" asked Mark.
"Negative, calling a helicopter to this location would be a danger of infecting the outside world." Replied the commando.
The rest of the officers hopped off of the bookshelves. They approached the group and then raised their guns. They all looked very serious.
"Take off your masks, were all human here." Said one of the officers.
The commandos hesitated for a couple of seconds and then removed their masks. The one who had been talking was black, but the rest were white. The officers could see that they felt uncomfortable without their masks on.
"What are your names?" asked Mark.
"I am Commander Davis," said the black man
"I'm T.J." replied the short hared man to the left.
"Mike" answered the shortest member.
They all answered, Jason, David, Joseph, Cameron, and Scott. Mark decided that they better know their names too.
"My name is Mark Zambrowdi," said Mark.
"Johnson," told another cop.
"Jack," said another.
The others were Mick, and James. They stood looking at each other for a couple of seconds and then Mark said,
"How are you guys supposed to get out? I imagine that the exiting roads have been blocked and the trains are no longer functional."
"We are to meet a helicopter at the top of the hospital in three hours," replied Davis.
But before Mark could reply the door on the second floor of the library gave through and the zombies poured in. The Commandos opened up, until Mark screamed,
"AIM FOR THEIR HEADS OR YOUR WASTING BULLETS!"
The commandos took careful aim and dropped many, but they kept coming, there were hundreds still outside the library that wanted food just as bad as those in the library. Mark didn't fire, but instead tried to look for a way out. It was hard for him to concentrate with all the noise when finally he noticed a bookshelf that had been slid over. Mark slid it back to its rightful place and revealed a door. Mark opened it and it led to a empty hallway.
"EVERYONE THIS WAY!" Mark yelled.
The cops and commandos inched their way towards the door, still firing at the zombies. When the last person was through, T.J. pulled out a portable welder and welded the lock. He got up and they moved down the hallway. They heard rumbling in some of the rooms, but decided to "forget" the noise and continue.
When they reached the end of the hallway Mark pushed his ear against the door, listening for noise.
"I don't hear anything," said Mark, pulling his ear away and looking to Davis.
"David, you know what to do," Davis told David.
David pulled off his small hip-pack and pulled out a strange looking pair of goggles. He put them over his eyes and walked up towards to door. He looked around as if their was no door there.
"Commander, there is no body heat on the other side, but there are things with low body temperature moving around." Said David.
"We have to find another route." Replied Davis.
"Wait, David, how many are there?" asked Mark.
David was quiet for a couple of seconds and then answered,
"It looks to be 4 or 5, I'm not sure thou... Wait! Something with a high body temperature is moving this wa..." but before David could finish, the door slammed open and David was flung to the ground. A man with a long black trench coat stood in the doorway. He had white hair and his clothes were black. He also wore circular black lens sun glasses, and at his hit was a Katana.
The man quickly drew his Katana, dropped on one knee and held the blade up to David's throat. Everyone in the hallway quickly aimed their guns at him. He smiled and gently pressed the blade against David's throat. Everyone lowered their guns. The mans smile grew larger as David gave a little moan and a squerm.
"My name is Damon," said the man.
"What do you want?" asked Davis, trying to show no fear in losing one of his men.
"Commander, it is obvious that you are scared, and trying to hide you fear would be pointless. And what I want if for you to let me explain myself without you guys getting trigger happy and blowing my head off, thanks." cockily said Damon.
Davis motioned for the group if commandos and cops to step back, and they did. Damon got up sheathing his katana. David scrambled up from the floor, rubbing a red imprint on his neck. Damon pushed up his sunglasses and started to talk,
"I entered town in a Greyhound bus and within minutes, the bus was surrounded by a mob of dead people. I got into my luggage and retrieved my sword. I fought my way out of that situation and then made my way towards the police station. When I told them about my experience I was put into a holding cell. When the mob attacked here, they must've bumped the door release button, because the cell door's opened and I got out. I once again retrieved my sword and made my way to the grand hall. I then noticed that the zombies were entering through an upstairs door. I decided to make my way to the sewers and I came in though this door and there you guys are!"
Damon finished his story. Everyone looked at him with a hint of sorrow, except for David who was still rubbing his neck.
"Well lets find a way out of here!" exclaimed Mark.
The zombies poured into the police station, as if the bullets weren't even their! The three officers closest to the doors went under the mob first. Soon it was only Mark and five other people were left shooting. Mark looked around at their decreasing numbers and yelled,
"FALL BACK INTO THE LIBRARY!"
The officers retreated into the library and the door's lock started to give through as the zombies pushed to get into the library. Mark reloaded and racked his mind for a plan, god anything to keep them alive. Suddenly they heard gunfire in the grand hall. It lasted for about 10 seconds but then died out with the sounds of screams.
Suddenly the idea popped into Mark's head. The book shelves. They were on metal beams so they could move but not tip over. They were also about 12 feet high, high enough for zombies not to get on them.
"Everyone get on top of a book shelf and take aim at the door," commanded Mark
The cops looked at Mark with rather disbelief, but when he climbed up onto a bookshelf, they followed. Mark laid on his stomach and took aim. The lock finally gave through and the door shot open. But instead of zombies coming through, 8 men dressed in black jumpsuits, had body armor, and had gas masks on came through followed by two zombies. The men quickly shut the door and welded the lock shut with a portable welder.
As the zombies started to attack them Mark picked them off. All the men in black raised their mp5s and pointed them at the police officers. Mark laid down his M16 and stood up. The other officers did the same.
"Who are you guys?" asked Mark.
"The Umbrella Corporation has sent us here to clean up the mess that they made, but are team was ambushed by the infected population of Raccoon City. 22 of our men were killed." Said one of the men. The mask made his voice almost sound robotic.
"Well as you can tell we aren't infected so you can lower your guns." Mark suggested.
"Negative, anyone of you could have been infected but the effects haven't occurred yet. All you need is one bite, one scratch and your infected." The metallic voice replied.
One of the officers looked at Mark with concern on his face and quickly used his right hand to cover up his left forearm. Shots rang out and the officer fell dead. Mark quickly grabbed up his M16 and pointed at the group of Umbrella commandos.
"Why the hell did you do that?" asked Mark, his finger on the trigger.
"He was infected, we had to kill him or he would be a danger to us." Replied the man.
Mark started to shake and then he lowered the M16. Mark hopped off of the bookshelf and walked towards the group. They all aimed their guns at him.
"We need to get out of this city, can't you just call for a helicopter or something?" asked Mark.
"Negative, calling a helicopter to this location would be a danger of infecting the outside world." Replied the commando.
The rest of the officers hopped off of the bookshelves. They approached the group and then raised their guns. They all looked very serious.
"Take off your masks, were all human here." Said one of the officers.
The commandos hesitated for a couple of seconds and then removed their masks. The one who had been talking was black, but the rest were white. The officers could see that they felt uncomfortable without their masks on.
"What are your names?" asked Mark.
"I am Commander Davis," said the black man
"I'm T.J." replied the short hared man to the left.
"Mike" answered the shortest member.
They all answered, Jason, David, Joseph, Cameron, and Scott. Mark decided that they better know their names too.
"My name is Mark Zambrowdi," said Mark.
"Johnson," told another cop.
"Jack," said another.
The others were Mick, and James. They stood looking at each other for a couple of seconds and then Mark said,
"How are you guys supposed to get out? I imagine that the exiting roads have been blocked and the trains are no longer functional."
"We are to meet a helicopter at the top of the hospital in three hours," replied Davis.
But before Mark could reply the door on the second floor of the library gave through and the zombies poured in. The Commandos opened up, until Mark screamed,
"AIM FOR THEIR HEADS OR YOUR WASTING BULLETS!"
The commandos took careful aim and dropped many, but they kept coming, there were hundreds still outside the library that wanted food just as bad as those in the library. Mark didn't fire, but instead tried to look for a way out. It was hard for him to concentrate with all the noise when finally he noticed a bookshelf that had been slid over. Mark slid it back to its rightful place and revealed a door. Mark opened it and it led to a empty hallway.
"EVERYONE THIS WAY!" Mark yelled.
The cops and commandos inched their way towards the door, still firing at the zombies. When the last person was through, T.J. pulled out a portable welder and welded the lock. He got up and they moved down the hallway. They heard rumbling in some of the rooms, but decided to "forget" the noise and continue.
When they reached the end of the hallway Mark pushed his ear against the door, listening for noise.
"I don't hear anything," said Mark, pulling his ear away and looking to Davis.
"David, you know what to do," Davis told David.
David pulled off his small hip-pack and pulled out a strange looking pair of goggles. He put them over his eyes and walked up towards to door. He looked around as if their was no door there.
"Commander, there is no body heat on the other side, but there are things with low body temperature moving around." Said David.
"We have to find another route." Replied Davis.
"Wait, David, how many are there?" asked Mark.
David was quiet for a couple of seconds and then answered,
"It looks to be 4 or 5, I'm not sure thou... Wait! Something with a high body temperature is moving this wa..." but before David could finish, the door slammed open and David was flung to the ground. A man with a long black trench coat stood in the doorway. He had white hair and his clothes were black. He also wore circular black lens sun glasses, and at his hit was a Katana.
The man quickly drew his Katana, dropped on one knee and held the blade up to David's throat. Everyone in the hallway quickly aimed their guns at him. He smiled and gently pressed the blade against David's throat. Everyone lowered their guns. The mans smile grew larger as David gave a little moan and a squerm.
"My name is Damon," said the man.
"What do you want?" asked Davis, trying to show no fear in losing one of his men.
"Commander, it is obvious that you are scared, and trying to hide you fear would be pointless. And what I want if for you to let me explain myself without you guys getting trigger happy and blowing my head off, thanks." cockily said Damon.
Davis motioned for the group if commandos and cops to step back, and they did. Damon got up sheathing his katana. David scrambled up from the floor, rubbing a red imprint on his neck. Damon pushed up his sunglasses and started to talk,
"I entered town in a Greyhound bus and within minutes, the bus was surrounded by a mob of dead people. I got into my luggage and retrieved my sword. I fought my way out of that situation and then made my way towards the police station. When I told them about my experience I was put into a holding cell. When the mob attacked here, they must've bumped the door release button, because the cell door's opened and I got out. I once again retrieved my sword and made my way to the grand hall. I then noticed that the zombies were entering through an upstairs door. I decided to make my way to the sewers and I came in though this door and there you guys are!"
Damon finished his story. Everyone looked at him with a hint of sorrow, except for David who was still rubbing his neck.
"Well lets find a way out of here!" exclaimed Mark.