Sgt. John Smith was patrolling the beat; the day had been a normal day, as any other day in the RPD. That is, until the radio cracked, "All units, there is a 219 in progress, assault on officer in Bybee St., Shots fired, repeat shots fired."
"Shit," John muttered, as he picked up the receiver, "This is unit 43, I'm on it"
"Roger that"
John turned on the siren and began speeding down Warren Lane, when he made to Bybee, there was a traffic jam holding him up, he noticed there were lights blinking up ahead, people ran past his car screaming.
Damn what happened?
John got out of the Crown Vic and walked up to see what the trouble was,
"Jesus Christ."
He saw besides a parked squad car was a dead officer, Officer Charleston, John knew him. Charleston was a good cop, with a wife and 2 kids. There was a younger man over his body, what was he doing?
"Jesus"
The younger man was EATING Charleston.
The cannibal murderer
"All right that's enough," John drew out his M-92F Berretta, "Hold it right there,"
The younger man looked up with dead eyes,
Jesus that's not human it was a damn zombie, like the ones in the horror flicks he saw when he was a kid.
"Shit!" , John yelled as he opened fire, the zombie stood up and kept coming towards him,
Shit! The zombie grabbed his torso, making them both fall, the zombie began to eat away his torso
"AHH!" He started to scream, pulling the trigger which was aimed at the zombie's head, it stopped moving, and it stayed that way.
He kicked the zombie off, he put his hand on the wound. It was bleeding badly, he heard sirens, then 4 squad cars and a SWAT van, with 2 Ambulances came and stopped to a halt by Charleston's Squad Car.
"It's about Godamn time." John muttered
Paramedics put him on a stretcher into the ambulance, and they sped off towards Raccoon City Hospital.
Little did John know that he was infected, and would be dead in a few hours and become one of those "zombies"