It was a ghost town. The only sores of light were the dim street lamps every twenty feet or so. Even then, the growing snow storm blocked most of the light out. The buildings, though hard to see them, hadn't seemed to have been used in years, if ever. It was as if they were started but never finished. Most of the windows were broken, but broken from the inside, as if something were trying to get out.
Sid walked nervously alongside Jessica. He wanted to carry his gun out in his hand, but knew it would worry Jessica and Al. he continually tried to look into the buildings for any sign of life. There was none.
The buildings looked industrial. Sid thought this might be a manufacturing town. But then why was there no one around? And why were all the buildings so crapy? So far, Sid hadn't seen any sign of the T-Virus. Boris and his dog seemed to be quite normal. Boris had a small limp to him, but other then that he looked perfectly healthy.
Al kept an eye on Boris. The nervous look on his face worried him. Even the dog seemed to look of its shoulder as if looking for an attacker.
"How much further to the police station?" Al finally asked after about ten minutes of walking in silence.
"Da'y are closed now…" this caught the attention of all three agents. "I will take you to them in da morning." He paused for a moment to look at the surrounding buildings. "We sleep in my house tonight."
Jessica moved closer to Sid. "What kind of police station is closed at-" she looked at her watch, "Nine?"
Sid eyed Boris for a moment, "Dunno…" he turned to look at her. "Maybe they are afraid of the dark?"
She laughed quietly so that Boris would not hear her. He seemed on edge as it was.
After another few minutes of walking they reached their destination. A stoop in a long row of close quarters buildings. They reminded Sid of houses in New York that he had seen in movies. They were built of brink so no much damage could be seen unlike the other buildings. There were a few cracked windows but other then that, nothing.
Boris moved quickly up the stoop and opened the door.
It wasn't locked? Al thought to himself.
The inside of the house, like the town, felt dead. As if nothing could stand to live there on its own without going insane. It was very basic. There was a living room to their far left, and a long hall way that they entered into. Boris walked down to their right and opened a door.
"You sleep here tonight." With that he turned to another door and went inside, the dog following closely. When the door closed there were three clicking sounds from behind it.
The agents looked at each other.
"Well, I guess we should get some sleep…" Al said, then turned and walked down the hallway to the room.
Jessica and Sid exchanged looks, then followed.
There were two beds, if you could call them that, and an old rocking chair next to the window. Sid volunteered to sleep in the chair, though he didn't think he would be getting much sleep.
His watch read 2 AM. Sid awoke to find Jessica not in her bed. Looking around confused he grabbed his gun and got up. Opening the door quietly so not to wake Al, he slowly stepped into the hallway. He held his gun low and took very wide and slowly steps. A cold breeze blew across his face. When he reached the door he found it open and Jessica sitting on the top step, a cigarette in her hand.
"Those will kill you, ya know?" Sid said as he sat down next to her.
She laughed and exhaled smoke. "That's the lest of my worries in this town."
"You sense it too, huh?"
"How could I not? This town is…dead"
Sid looked around trying to see the buildings around them. Unfortunately he could only see maybe fifteen feet in front of him. The light shining from the stoop lamp helped a little, but not much.
"Boris is gone," she said after a few moments.
"What? When?" he said with a concerned look on his face.
"About an hour ago," she took another puff. "And this isn't his house."
"How do you know that?"
"I found some pictures of some other family in the living room." She turned and looked at him. "None of them were Boris, if that is his real name."
"Fuck…" Sid's eyes darted around trying to put together what was going on. "We should go get Al and tell-"
Crunch!
Both of them stopped. Not even breathing.
Crunch!
The sound was coming from the darkness in front of them.
Crunch!
Sid stood up as the sound got closer and louder, his hand on his gun.
Crunch!
From the darkness came the outline of a man limping to one side. As he got closer more detail could be seen. He looked as though he was ready to climb a mountain. He ware warm snow clothing that now was ripped and covered in blood. His face was grey and his mouth hung limply open. His head slowly moved up to look at them, his arms also rising as if to reach out to them. A groan escaped its mouth and he took another step.
"He's injured!" Jessica said as she stood up.
Sid wiped out him 9mm and quickly moved down the stairs. He cocked up the gun and placed the barrel at the mans forehead.
"Sid!"
BANG!
The man feel to the ground, blood covering the white snow. He twitched a few times, then lay still.
Jessica ran down with a look of anger and of disbelief. "What the hell do you think you're doing!" she screamed at him as she kneeled down next to the body.
"He was infected." Sid said coldly. He had a different attitude to him now. He seemed more confident.
"You don't know that for sure."
"Check the blood." He said, looking down at her.
She looked blankly at him for a few moments, then turned and examined the red snow. "It's coagulated…" she said softly
"Exactly," he turned back to the house. "We need to get Al and get the fuck out of here." He took off at a quick pas back to the door, Jessica followed, still in disbelief.
Not wasting anytime they woke Al and told them about Boris and the man in the snow clothing. They agreed to leave and return with back. They moved out of the house in a strike team formation. Two on the side and one covering the back, guns at the ready. They moved quickly through the snow and past the dead body. In a building to there far right a door in the shadows swung open.
"I got movement!" Al yelled. All three agents swung around to face his position with their guns pointed at the door.
The sound of snow shuffling filled the air. The only problem was, it wasn't just coming from the door.
Three men stumbled out of the door one after the other. "This is agent Al Morris! Stop where you are and put your hands above your heads." He said with a stern voice. The three men kept moving towards them with their arms extended. "Freeze!" Al shouted again.
"We don't have time for this." Sid pushed his way in front of Al and fired three shouts. One went a stray, the other two hit their mark. One in a head and one in another's leg. A fourth shout rang out and struck the third man in the head.
Sid and Al turned to see smoke coming from Jessica's gun. She looked at them and shrugged, "What?"
The sound of snow shuffling didn't stop, it became louder from all around them. They turned and stood back to back in a triangle kind of shape trying to get a visual.
"See anything?" Al shouted
"Nothing," Jessica called back
"Goddamn it…" Sid said under his breath. It's just like last time.
A outline appeared in the darkness. Without hesitation Sid fired, striking the person in the head. As it dropped to the ground another outline took its place.
"We don't have enough ammo for this!" Sid yelled as he fired another shot.
Al leveled his weapon and fired two shots, "I'm open to suggestions,"
The attackers were close enough now to see their features. Most missing parts of their face and exposing peaces of bone.
"FUCK!" Al shouted as his gun clicked empty. He threw his gun down and raised his fist ready for a fight.
Three shouts sounded from the roof top above and three zombies fell to the ground.
Sid looked up, not being able to see the top. "What the hell…?"
Three more shouts fired from above at the nearest zombies to the agents.
"Run as fast as you can to the north, we have people waiting there for you" a raspy young voice called out from the roof.
Three more zombies fell numbly to the ground creating a path in the direction they were told to run. They exchanged looks, then took off running through the crowd.