Morgan had been pounding the streets for about an hour after defeating the creature. He had been reading the memo over and over again, still struggling to come to terms with it. The words raced through his mind over and over. He was re-reading it for the 20th time when a roar came out of no-where. He couldn't tell what direction it was coming from but he knew he didn't want to find out.
He ran into a shop whose door had been knocked down, by something heavy as it was in fragments all over the floor. He had dropped the weapon he had used to beat the creature, as it was getting too heavy and above all, he had no ammo for it. He had his assault rifle left and he checked the clip for it, just to be sure.
"Hm...all seems normal, better switch it ....."
He was cut off mid-sentence by noise from upstairs. Someone speaking. Morgan got a tight grip on his gun and cautiously headed upstairs.Everything normal, but then the voice came on again and Morgan spotted a Radio Transmitter. He ran up and listened to the transmission.
"This is Richey James of the RPD. If anyone is listening then we are at the Mall. We have found survivors of a military unit and a safe place to wait for help. If you are still alive then make your way here. Be careful as there are still monsters roaming the streets. Please, if anyone can hear me if possible respond!"
Morgan grabbed the transmitter. He yelled into it,
"There are no survivors found. This is N.Morgan of the RPD. Please listen carefully, the virus is man-made and there is to be an evac located at the Clock Tower... Make way to clock tower and I'll meet you there. There was also a creature which repeated the word STARS over and over. Military corpses everywhere. Over"
He waited and another transmission came through.
"Right I see. Hunk and another cop are dead. Yes, we know about the virus. The mercenaries told us. We also know of the evac but that option was too risky. A creature speaking? Are you sure? Yes, military corpses everywhere. Search them if needed. Ammo and medicine found so be sure to check. Be wary of 'sleeper' zombies. They fake being dead and attack as you walk past. Be careful. Richey out."
Morgan decided to make one last transmission when a roar, similar to the one the creature made. Morgan's face dropped in horror as he looked out of the shattered window. The creature was back. Its torso and face had been burned to the bone and its arm had healed back again. It walked along and stopped abruptly. It looked up at Morgan and charged for the door. Morgan jumped back and looked for a way out.
His mind worked overtime for this one.
"Door...No.....Window...No.....ah beauty!" he laughed as he spotted a beautiful device strapped to the wall.
Remington MS3, single barrel. He was a demolitions expert in the Academy but he knew that this weapon packed a powerful punch. The creature was almost at the top of the stairs and he primed it straight at the door. The sweat dripped from his brow as he knew one error, and he wouldn't see the sunrise tomorrow....