Chapter Two:
Livia came to a halt as the two found Main Street and across the street was the police station, the large station looked inviting, drawing the thought that there could be survivors inside, police officers, soldiers and even more weapons. Surrounding the building was a perimeter wall and in the direction the two were heading, there was gate was a single fire exit door behind it. It was obvious they were on another side of the station, but this would have to do.
"Should we go?" Livia asked him as she leaned herself onto Martin for support, "I can walk but not for long."
He nodded, "Sure, I'll help you across." He slipped an arm around her waist and helped her stand, "Let's go now."
The two stumbled out of the alleyway and divert their eyes from the large building to the road that was littered with dead bodies; police officers and various survivors. Right away, the teenagers' hope of finding others was lost in a matter of a few seconds.
The nearest dead officer was on the left of Martin, two meters away, was dressed in full combat gear, kevlar helmet and tactical vest and a nine-millimeter handgun in his hand.
"Liv," He said to her as he took his arm out from around her, slipped his hand into his back pocket and pulled his handgun out, "You take this, I'm going to grab the cop's guns." She took it without hesitation and turned around, staring at all the bodies that surrounded her.
Martin cautiously but quickly moved to the dead cop and knelt down, looking at how he was killed and he saw how that happened. There was a huge chunk of skin taken out from the nape of his neck and blood was still seeping out.
The teen then looked over at his tactical vest and opened three pockets and pulled out three black cylinder objects with a long hook and a circular pin attached to it. It was obvious that they were stun grenades, AN-M84s to be exact. He took those too along with the Raccoon City Police Department's standard issue handgun, the Beretta Model 92FS, that and a few clips for it as well.
Livia came up behind him, "Martin, there are more of those…zombies coming this way."
He nodded and stood, "We better hurry."
He slipped the handgun into his pocket and he again helped Livia limp towards the police station at the same time watching the zombies head towards them from down the street. There were a few of them but he knew that if they shot them, he'd draw more attention.
They approached the gate and still holding Livia up, he used his free hand to take the Beretta and he fired at the gate's lock, which sparked, broke and fell off and the gate slightly opened. Livia pushed it open for him as the two stumbled in,
"Get the door," Said Martin.
Livia grabbed the handle of the fire exit and attempted to open it but it wouldn't budge. Martin heard her mumble something and then watched as she covered her eyes, pointed her gun at the door knob and pulled the trigger. Like the gate, after its lock was shot, it opened a crack and yellowish light peered from within.
Martin kicked it open.
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The inside was shit. It looked like it was going through repair because of the leaking pipes running over head, broken pieces of glass that crunched under their feet and wooden boards that covered windows with small air drafts slipping through the cracks.
"I want my Glock back," Martin said as Livia gave him a playful smile and the two traded their guns. Livia looked like she could use a handgun.
The two slowly walked down the narrow hallway, careful not to be by the windows just incase while Martin found a door to his left. He looked back at Livia, who nodded at him and he grabbed the golden door knob and opened it slowly, pointing his handgun inside and sweeping around.
In the middle of the whole room was a large, metallic box from where he saw, had a large lid that he could open up and to see inside. Around the room were racks for firearms, most likely rifles and shotguns but they were empty.
The two entered silently and slowly and it was obvious to them that nothing else was in the room. Heading to large box in the middle of the room, Martin grabbed the lid's handle and whipped it up, looking inside.
"Take a look at this." He said to Livia and she glanced.
There were a couple of spray cans inside with a red-cross put on them and words printed on it that says "First Aid Spray. Martin heard of these; they regenerate damaged skin cells by using some type of biological and chemical substance to make these work.
Livia picked one up and looked at it, "We should keep these," She looked at him and smiled, "We should keep these."
"No really," He responded jokingly with her sticking her tongue out at him then chuckled as he smiled and continued, "We should find more weapons too, get out of the city while we still can."
As Martin continued to search through the large chest for anything else as Livia saw what would interest her new friend. She moved over to the corner of the room and opened a small ajar locker. She smiled at what she saw. It was a shotgun with no stock, a pistol grip and a small flashlight on the pump action handle.
"Martin," She whispered and grabbed the shotgun. When he turned around, she tossed it to him and he caught it with his right hand and looked at it, "What type is it?"
"Remington M870 Custom," He said to her, "Nice piece of weaponry."
She grinned, "You better know how to use it."
He laughed, "Yeah I do know how to use it."
For a while, the two rested inside the safe room, talking to each other about their personal lives, getting to know each other better. Livia felt better knowing more about her new friend, she felt a lot safer with him; not saying she didn't like him before, she just likes him even more now. She listened as he explained his life's difficulties, his accomplishments, what he has done for others and it enlightened her. She suddenly saw him in new light; he was generous and protective of others, he wanted to join the military to protect his country. She liked that in a man.
"You know, you're the first person I know who is like this."
Martin smiled, "Really?"
"Yep," She responded, "I don't mean to rush but where do we go now?"
"We'll search around this place in a bit…" He yawned.
"You alright," She asked him.
He nodded, "Just tired," He looked at the shotgun, took it into his hands and gently pulled back on the pump action handle, checking inside. He saw the visible shells inside and knew it was loaded, "Did you find anymore ammunition for this thing?"
Livia shook her head, "I'm afraid not, Martin."
He smiled, "No problem," He checked his watch, "You want to move out now?"
"Sure," She said simply as the two got up and walked towards the door.
Martin opened it first, pointing his shotgun down the direction they came from and then in the direction they were heading to. He stepped out, a paper cup crunching underneath his feet and as he pivoted, he stepped onto a shard of broken glass. He winced when the sounds echoed down the halls.
"Careful," Livia said as she reached out to make sure he didn't fall over if he cut his foot. All he did was grin at her.
"Let's go."
The two teenagers walked further down the corridor and saw the only door in sight. He headed to it and grabbed the door knob, smiling. Livia followed up behind, her handgun held tightly in her right hand as she neared Martin. She felt a breeze of cold air flow through one of the boarded up windows and looked at it. She frowned, she felt something was on the other side of the windows and she was right.
A grayish pair of hands broke through the planks and grabbed Livia by the neck. She dropped her handgun and instinctively started to beat on the hands of the zombie. She was peering through the broken window as two yellow eyes appeared, then the head and then the shoulders of the zombie. She tried to scream but the grip on her neck didn't allow her to.
Martin swore just as he saw the hands grab her. He raised the shotgun and automatically fired a shell at the zombie, the 00 buckshot rounds flew at high speeds into the zombie's head, shattering the skull and spraying his brain matter and flesh back through the window. The zombie lost grip on Livia and he dropped out the window. Livia collapsed and fell onto a pile of paper, gasping for air. Martin knelt down, placed his shotgun by his foot and wrapped his arm around her,
"Shh," He started, "You're going to be okay…"
She started to cry onto him, holding him tightly. She didn't want to die, she wanted to get out of this place but she knew that this horrible event was just beginning.
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The lobby of the Police station was large and open, a huge, half oval desk was smack dead in the center with a single computer monitor, files dotted all over and a single handgun was perched on top of the screen.
He took a step forward, out of the door they came from and then looked around, dead dozens and dozens of police officers and civilians scattered around the floor, still in their colored clothing as if they were sprinkles on top of a muffin. Livia came up slowly behind him, still sniffling but she was okay, more or less. She saw the bodies but somehow gathered strength and managed to stay behind her friend.
Martin held onto his weapon tightly, his knuckles started to go pale but he still continued to grasp it that tightly. He saw on the walls, the crimson liquid splattered onto the light blue wallpaper was now affected by the gravity that took control of it and forced it downwards before it dried. Some of the blood was also speared in a way that someone was standing in once place and something slashed it, causing the life liquid to form a large patterned that look like someone grabbed a paint brush and randomly stroked it upwards.
"What the fuck happened here?" Martin asked himself, trying to figure it out and he didn't expect an answer from Livia, but it would have been nice.
Fortunately, she did answer, "It looks like the zombies came through that front door there…" She pointed at the double door entrance of the lobby, "And they tried to hold them off but they got through…"
"Don't see why not," He replied after a brief study of the area and just remembered to pump his shotgun. The spent shell dropped to the marble flooring and clattered, the lobby was quiet enough for the shell to echo through out the area.
Just then, a lone zombie stumbled into the lobby through the open doors, he moaned and reached out for them mixed saliva and blood drooped from his mouth. Martin took aim with his shotgun and fired, the detonation of the shotgun was loud and deafening, but he caught the zombie straight in the face with the pellets.
Running over the dead bodies, Martin and Livia ran out onto the court yard in front of the station; there was no need, the lobby explained the fate of the rest of the building. They needed to find a place to stay for the night.