Chapter Five- Bloodied Survivor

As Officers Wilde and Fengmyer prepared themselves for a fight to the end, only a few buildings away and strapped to a chair with rope, Officer Michael Wolford sat in the middle of a large room. It had only been almost a day since he was found out by Rouen Fyodorov and put in such critical condition, but the hours had gone by like minutes to him, and as he sat there bleeding from his stab wounds he had been devising some kind of plan to get himself out.

The thugs tasked with guarding the undercover cop were doing an exceptionally terrible job of it, given how bloody he was, Wolford was playing dead, it would be noticed without question by his captors. He tried not to draw attention to himself as he fidgeted and pulled at the hard ropes bounding him in place, he had that is, it had been a few hours since he'd managed to get the rope loose enough that with enough force and determination he'd be able to break free. Though he was waiting for an opportune moment as of now, and soon enough, he got it.

The door burst open and a tiger ran in yelling at the guards "we've found 'em! They're in the church!" The mammals guarding him looked at Wolford "Rouen said we have to . . ." The bear was interrupted by a distant burst of automatic machine gun fire, followed by what sounded like even more guns. As much as he wanted to make his move now, Wolford chose to wait and see if his captors were dumb enough to join in the fight, watching them with his eyes and nothing else as the tiger tried convincing them to follow him.

Eventually his captors complied to the tiger's requests and left, leaving the cop all alone, now was his time to make a move.

Wolford broke free from the ropes with relative ease and bent over best he could to cut the restraints around his legs with his claws, once free, Wolford began limping around the room looking for something to possibly use for his wounds or what he was really hoping for, a gun.

Though as the gunfire continued and grew even more, the wolf was left empty pawed and his condition would get even worse. Even after almost 24 hours of being stuck to a chair, a rather thick trail of blood followed him as he limped around the room, boldening a fact he knew very well. He was a dying wolf.

Rouen proved very precise with that knife of his, he had been stabbed almost repeatedly before being tied up, the black cat was even cocky enough to tell him how much time he had left before he bled out. A little over a day. It had already been 24 hours and after mustering all of the power he could, Wolford was very very weak, he didn't even know what time it was but he surmised that he only had a few hours before his body gave in and shut down.

Though he was determined to not let that happen and most importantly, there was a SWAT Team at the church, only a few buildings over from him, he had to get to them no matter what or else he was dead in the water.

Wolford tried not to whimper as he limped towards the door, opening it with a weak push that made it go ajar. He looked at the street surrounding him and then up at the church tower that rose above the hellish city skyline, that was where the gunfire was coming from and he knew it, he could see muzzle flashes from the tower which were presumably from a sniper.

He found himself lucky that there was seemingly no contact as he limped toward the building, in fact he was depending on that luck for if it ran out, he was dead. The gunfire became louder and louder, his canine ears could hear the yells and screams of many mammals nearby, he thought he'd heard a few familiar voices in the mix but dismissed it as him hearing things.

Wolford figured that walking right into the battlefield would do nothing but get himself killed, so he took a gamble and went into a building next to the churchyard. He limped into the unfinished building and up the stairs, the room he walked into next had a sequence of large windows.

Shattered glass was strewn across the floor and blood was everywhere, most prominently on the wall below the window. There laid a pool of fresh looking blood and an object he didn't even have to glance at to recognize, a yellow badge with the initials "ZPD" indented on it.

Next to that was what looked like a burnt cigar the size of a bullet, it was crushed with a small circle of ash surrounding it, accompanied by the wall in front of the window being covered in bullet holes, he knew someone was here.

From that window he had a very clear view of what the commotion was and it was . . . terrifying to say the least. There was seemingly a wave of mammals that flooded the open yard in front of the church, muzzle flashes everywhere and overall chaos.

Suddenly though Wolford heard an undistinguishable sound, a sort of "woosh" went overhead, before a bunch of loud explosions followed, he saw a glimpse of what looked to be five aircraft flying past where the sounds came from "is that . . . The military?" He asked himself in astonishment before the firefight continued.

Wolford only stood there and watched as the fight seemed to get tenser and tenser.

AN: So here's a first look at Wolford, he'll come into play again much later in the story, anyways I hope everybody had a great New Years!

Laughing Wolf