The Escape
Hunk and Richey made their was out of the building and began to follow the police in front. The town was quiet, no moaning, screams or gunfire. It was almost unearthly, even for Raccoon. Dead littered the streets, most with wounds in them.
The remaining police began to fan out and when a rookie at the front of them threw up over a corpse over a dead child, some even began to look with sympathy at the rookie, even though it looked like a zombie child.
Richey looked at the dead on the streets and began to feel sad. Even though they were trying to kill everything these monsters were people once, and had lives, families.
The police began to now form into the groups to go to each point on the maps. Richey's group consisted of P.Stocks, a former sniper in the USCM, N.Morgan, a new recruit who had just graduated from the Academy , Hunk , the biggest and most bad-ass cop to ever roam the streets of Raccoon , Richey himself and 2 others who he wasn't aware of.
The 6 policemen were on rescue mission and so promptly headed towards the RPD. The tension was getting to each of the men, all expect for Hunk.
That guy never shows emotion, even in this place...
They walked up a street which had demolished cars and bodies that lay rotting. Hunk walked up to 1 paticular body and looked intently. He ripped something of the belt and put it into a side-pack. Richey walked over and looked at the corpse.
"Hmm.....USCM? Here? What would they be doing?"
Nobody seemed to listen and they had started to walk ahead. They were all quiet and Richey realised he knew nothing about anyone.
Richey turned to Stocks and began to stare intently at him. Stocks didn't pay much attention to him and carried on walking. Richey however, carried on looking at Stocks until they reached a blockage. Morgan then spoke for the first time.
"Hey, looks like a dead-end. Let's just turn back eh?" he said in a nervous tone. He then began to turn back when screams of pain came from the direction they had just come from.
"To hell with this I'm going back!" shouted one of the unknown guys. He unholstered his gun and began to run back in that direction. Stocks pulled out his weapon and fired a single shot at the floor in front of Morgan's feet.
Morgan's face went into one of disbelief. He shrugged and then ran towards the gate back to the building.
"Leave him. Let him die a hero then." muttered Hunk, "Rest of us continue towards RPD"
The remaining 5 began to walk away when an ear-piercing scream came from Morgan's direction.
"Stocks , we know you're worried but its his fault for goin!" yelled Richey
Stocks looked sad then Hunk shouted in deep voice.
"No time for emotion ladies we got company!!"
Sure enough , a group of zombies were mindlessly heading towards them.
"Moaahhh......"
Several of them were wearing the remains of an RPD uniform and Richey recognised one of them as that guy he never liked in the Reception
What was his name? Eh... Jones... Yeah, Johnny Jones...
The group took aim and fired upon the group on approaching enemies.
A huge bullet , that must have been from Stocks rifle flew at a creature , hitting it squarely between the eyes , resulting in a pile of bone and brain separating themselves from the creatures already withered features.
Hunk was stood there , no emotion on his face and simply shot rounds at anything and everything in front of him.
However, this did not stop the onslaught. The zombies simply ploughed on, oblivious to the bullets lodging themselves inside their bodies. They had reached Stocks , who had stopped to reload.
"HELLLLPPPP!" cried Stocks as the zombies poured onto him and begin tearing at him.
The group rushed to assist their friend and Hunk began tearing the zombies away from their downed friend.He was simply flinging them away from Stocks, shooting the resilient of the creatures at point-blank range.
Hunk had got to Stocks at last and almost wished he had left him to the creatures.
"Uh...Help.....me......." he groaned weakly as blood gushed from tears in his shoulders and chest.
Richey looked at him and knew that there was only 1 thing to do.
Loading his pistol he told Stocks he would put an end to the pain. Pointing the gun to Stock's head he went to say 1 word but Stocks interrupted him..
"Thanks...."
A single round dropped to the floor and Stock's head now lay flat on the floor, a pool of blood already drying around it.
"sorry........."