Angela Craft had never held a gun in her life, let alone fire one. Even as a kid, she wasn't allowed playing with pretend guns because hermother felt that, since she was a little lady, she'd be more comfortable with playing Barbies. Though Angela never had a problem with this notion (Barbie was damn fun at times), Barbie and Ken weren't going to fly in on "Barbie's Dream Rescue Copter" and save her anytime soon. Yet, here she was pressing herself against the corner of the police cell, holding an empty pistol in her shaking hands.

Fist and body flew against the metal bars of the small, holding cell, the assailant being the officer she'd gotten the pistol from. She'd been in here for a good half an hour, her mind and body too shaken up to even attempt to raise the gun. That creature had been throwing itself against the door the same amount of time with no sign of giving up, though, she was sure that she had all the time she needed. The bars looked sturdy enough.

Lowering her head, jaw quivering in frustration and fear, Angela began to ponder how she'd gotten into this situation.

She'd come to the police office around 1 am after she discovered her car had been broken into. The jerks really didn't take much, just a few of her CDs (Which was somewhat offensive. Apparently, the music they left wasn't good enough to steal) and her schoolbooks. The officer was in the middle of getting her story down on paper when all hell broke loose. Some guy stumbled into the police station, blood caking his jaw line and shirt, the side of his forehead exposing brain tissue. The officer went to help the man, got attacked, and tried to pull a gun on him but was soon tackled to the ground.

The memory brought more tears to Angela's already bloodshot eyes. The cop's gun had rolled to her feet. She could have saved him, she was sure of that, but she just picked up the gun and stared in a stupor at the sight in front of her. When the creature finally took notice of her presence, all Angela could do was mimic the people she saw on television. She raised her gun, closed her eyes, and unloaded bullet after bullet into the direction of the creature. As luck would have it, one of the bullets had got him.

Angela was in the midst of either throwing up or fainting when she noticed the officer was sitting up. Something was different though. She knew there was no way he could be alive with the large chunk missing from his throat, and those eyes of his were something out of a horror movie. She raised the gun to fire, but to her dismay, found it empty. So she ran and fortified herself within the small cell.

And now look at me, a prisoner in my own prison.

Resting her head on her knees, the pistol now dangling from her fingers as she tried to think. She didn't deserve this! She'd been a good girl! She believed in God. Never stole, slept around, did drugs, or any of those things. Yeah, she drank, but who didn't in college? She even took a goody-two-shoes major, Library Science! She had so many plans… and now they were all shot to hell.

Oh, so you're just going to lie down and die? Come on! Think!

Right, she had to think. She was a smart girl, got good grades. How hard could it be to get out of a cell, around a monster, and to her car?

She almost laughed at that. That wasn't hard; that was impossible. She'd need bullets, she'd need keys, and she'd need courage. And none of those were close by. Well, the key to the cell and the bullets on the creature's belt.

What? Are you going to flash him, which, in turn, sends him into a catatonic state, giving you enough time to take that time to steal his belt?

"Yeah?" She mumbled to herself.

Bravo… Bravo…

She chuckled once, the humor being lost quickly as the creature slammed against the bars once more. Groaning slightly, fear and adrenaline feeding into her system as she stood to her feet, she tucked the pistol into the front of her jeans as she moved towards the bloodied being. Tears sliding down her cheek with each step towards the monster, the cop's attacks increasing with each step closer to him, Angela stopped just out of arm's reach and took a breath.

"Please… I just want your belt…" she whimpered as she dropped to her knees, a hand slowly reaching towards the creature waist.

The small ring from a bell signaled the opening of the front door.

"Hello?" A frightened, male voice called from around the corner as she could hear footsteps carry the person to his unexpected doom. The creature's attention was now lost on her, his head jerking towards the voice, as an easier meal was now present.

Opening her mouth to warn him, Angela discovered her voice had some how gotten lost within her throat. As she could do was watch, watch in horror. Just like she watched the officer die. Another death would be on her hands!

Rounding the corner was the shape of a large figure, around the size of 6'4… maybe 6'5. The shadows made any other features hidden to Angela, but that didn't matter. At least she knew he was human. Well, for the time being.

The monster howled in a way that sounded delighted and angered. Tearing away from the cell, the monster moving quickly towards the unsuspected male, Angela surprised even herself with her reflexes. Diving towards the bars, her face slamming painfully against them as her hands shot out from the cell and grabbed onto the cuff on the officer's pants. The creature fell flat on it's face, it's voice shrieking with what Angela could only guess as hatred, hatred for her.

"Jesus!" The man yelled as he fell against the back wall, his voice sounding more terrified than before. The abomination looked back towards Angela's hands, than towards the man once more as it decided on whom to attack. The man was closer, so the monster tried in vain to pull his leg free from her grip.

"Kill it!" Angela screamed as the cuff of the pants began to stretch and rip, the being continuing to thrash along the floor, reaching for the man. "Kill it!"

The man didn't need to be told a third time. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that whatever the officer was, he wasn't human. Taking hold of the locker that Angela thought was bolted to the wall, the figure pulled with all his might. With two good tugs, the locker was descending upon the unexpected creature, the bulk of the locker crashing on top of its head. Surprisingly, that didn't kill it. Legs still thrashing back and forth, screams of anguish muffled from under the locker, Angela did all she could. Hold the thing's pant cuff. Looking up towards the man, his face still caked in shadows, she watched as he began jumping on top of the locker over and over again, until the thing's head was caved in.

Breathing heavily, her fingers still frozen in place, Angela felt another wave of tears come on. These were not out of fear, but just frustration. She didn't deserve this! Nobody deserved this. She was a good girl! She did not fucking deserve this!

"Angela?"

Looking up finally, the man finally coming into the light, she found herself looking at a familiar face. She'd seen that face before but from where? After a few seconds of silence, it clicked.

"Adam!" Right, Adam Rzepka. She'd been in Introduction to Theater. Neither of them talked to each other much, but she thought of him as a nice guy. "Adam! Get the keys! It's on his belt!"

Adam nodded and with only a little hesitation, he pulled the key ring from the corpse and moved back to her. After several failed attempts, the right key was found and she was free. Literally throwing herself into Adam, hugging him tightly, she buried her head into his shoulder and began to cry. Adam didn't stop her; she could tell he wanted to do the same. After a few moments of this, Adam was the one that finally broke the silence.

"Am I the only one who shit my pants back there?" He joked.

That brought a forced chuckle from Angela, who nodded as she wiped the tears from her eyes. No he certainly had not. Angela was still shaking, her body feeling as if she'd fallen into a pool of iced tea.

"I was pulling an all-nighter at the library when these things began attacking." Adam spoke as she moved towards the corpse, collecting the remaining clips on his belt. No, she had no idea how to take the used one out and put a fresh one into the gun, but she'd figured it out. "I thought it was a riot, but then it turned too bloody for a riot. Fucking zombies…"

Zombies? Angela tossed a confused look towards him at this. She was surprised she hadn't put two and two together. She was too damn frightened to think of the officer as anything but a monster from the pits of hell that planned on eating her soul, but Adam's name made more sense. These creatures were fucking zombies.

"I came here as soon as I saw all the shit hitting the fan. I assumed the cops would be all over this place." Adam continued as he peeked around the corner, towards the front door. "You think more people would be coming here."

"Maybe they've tried." Angela said as he finally figured out how to load a fresh clip into the gun. "You even fire one of these before?"

Adam shook his head but held his hand out.

"Hey, if you knew how to fire this thing, I'd give it to you, but seeing as you have as much experience as me… well… equal right's are a bitch, eh?" She said, smirking at him. Adam just stared at her for a moment before giving her a smile.

Good, he isn't a pig.

"Sorry about that, just wouldn't mind having a weapon right about now," he spoke, his arms crossing over his chest. " Mind if we look for one for me?"

Angela gave him a nod and rounded the corner. She'd try the radio, he'd look for weapons. That sounded like a good enough plan for her. Hopefully, she would find out that help was on the way. Yet, something deep within his stomach told her that the idea of help was pushing it.