Yeah, not too much action in this chapter but so what, more is coming shortly, I PROMISE. Hope you all enjoy, reviews are always greatly appreciated.

CHEERS!

-Fiery Ashes

Chapter 7- Finding Old Friends

I glanced at my oven clock, 11:30 p.m. If I was going to make it through the night, the house had to be on complete lock-down. Locking the doors may keep criminals out but with zombies, you need a full artillery of firepower. I rushed down to the basement, grabbing as much scrap wood as I could find and nailed over all the windows. Every door was locked and I stashed myself in the attic. I kept a single oil lamp lit and the noise to a minimum. My M110 SASS sniper rifle fixed on the attic window pointed down to my lit driveway. I turned up my jacket collar, it was freezing up here! I was in for a tough night, my mission, stay alive.

I awoke to the sun pouring in through the window. Daylight was my one weapon, it was where the zombies were at their weakest. I got dressed, made some coffee, loaded up on ammunition, and trekked downstairs.

My drive down to the city was a long one. I looked in sheer horror at the wreckage that lined the road. I looked as if a bomb had detonated in the city. Wrecked cars were everywhere, bodies, there were so many I couldn't even count them. I prayed silently that I would find at least one living, uninfected officer in the station, but what were the chances of that? The zombies would retreat during the day, all stashing up together in God only knows where.

The Station was like a ghost town, not one voice, nothing. "Please," I whispered, "let someone be alive." I ran to the holding cells to find the chief and fellow officers Matt Ryan and Vic Harding locked inside our large community holding cell. All three were asleep on the benches inside, the chief snoring loudly. I ran up in a hurry shaking the bars violently.

"Chief, Matt, Vic! Guys, wake up!" They grunted and stretched as they began to stir.

"Leon!" The chief looked at me in disbelief. "Oh my God! You're alive!" Matt ran to the bars with his ring of keys and opened the door. They proceeded to pull me in and then securely re-locked the door.

"Are you okay?" I asked in a panic. I examined all three head to toe. "Have any of you been bitten? Is anyone injured?"

"Slow down bud," Matt said grabbing me in a friendly brotherly hug, "we're all fine, we're all okay." Vic sat back down silently, lighting a cigarette.

"Is anyone else still…well…alive."

"No." Vic replied softy. "Dead, every single one of 'em, dead. Sons of bitches killed off everyone else in the station."

"Leon," the chief said putting a hand on my shoulder, "I'm sorry I didn't listen to you. This is all my fault."

"It's no ones fault." I said lying, for now. I knew exactly whose fault this was, the Umbrella Corporation. They didn't have me fooled. Umbrella has been causing havoc since the 60's with there crazy gene experimentations and attempting in the development of new biological warfare styles. They sickened me, they were the cause of every outbreak, will they ever learn?

"Well what are we gonna do know?" Matt asked concerned, "We can't stay here."

"My house is safe. We can all stay there, and fight this off as much as we can when they come back at dusk.

"Fight!?" The chief shouted, "We can't win this! We can't fight."

"Look chief," Vic said standing up with his cig secured between his lips, "I never had the guts to say this cause I didn't wanna get kicked off the force. But since it's like the freaking apocalypse and I'll probably gonna die, I'm gonna say it…YOU NEED TO STOP BEING SUCH A DAMNPUSSY!" Matt couldn't help but laugh, the chief remained silent in disbelief. "Seriously! God, for a chief man you have absolutely no guts. Grow some balls man!"

"So," Matt cut in, avoiding confrontation, "what should we do?"

"What do we do?" Vic asked back at him, "We do what we were trained to do, blow the bastards' fucking heads off. KAPOW!" He imitated a shot from his shotgun and made a smart ass smirk. Vic had always been loved around the station. He was known for his bad-ass behavior, almost like a dirty cop. He was a cop that never played by the rules and was pretty popular with the ladies. When he wasn't at the station he was working out, keeping his muscles chiseled like marble. The girls melted all over him, claiming his body was "carved by angels"…PLEASE! So what if he had a nice face and body, didn't make him a good person.

"Well c'mon ladies!" he said leaving the cell, "Lets go kick some ass!"