Chapter 8- Let's Tear Shit Up
Vic stepped out of the station first, followed by Matt, me, and the chief cowardly following from the back.
"Damn!" Vic said in a hushed voice, "Ha, I don't leave station for a day and the city turns into a frick'n toilet. Woo!"
"Hey keep it down would ya!?" Matt barked from the back.
"Yeah," the chief chimed in, "do you want every freak'n zombie in this city to hear us?"
"Ah shut up!" Vic shouted climbing up on top of a pile of ruble, "Even if any of those bastards heard us, we know what to do."
"Oh really?" Matt asked smiling, "And what is that?"
"What the hell do you think? We blow their fucking heads off! Hahahahaha!"
I ran up to Vic and gave him an authoritative push, not being amused by his antics.
"Hey what's you're deal man?" He pushed back.
"This isn't a freak'n video game Vic, we get one life and there's no coming back. God, take things a little more seriously.
"Chill man, you gotta lighten up." I was not in the mood for his shit.
"Lighten up?" I grabbed out my knife, swung him around into a headlock, and held my knife to his side. "No, you'll be the light one…once your innards are ripped out from those flesh eaters. If you're not gonna take this seriously I'll just do you a favor and end it all now, save you the time."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, take it easy Leon, let him go!" The chief demanded. I loosened my grip and kicked Vic to the ground.
"Mark my words Kennedy, you're gonna get yours. Don't be surprised if I don't come to your aid immediately."
"C'mon now," Matt said taking a stand, "I know this is gonna sound cliché and like a load of bullshit, but we're all in this together. Alright? Look, get it together guys, whatever is gonna come next we gotta be ready for it." I looked down at my watch, it was nearing 12 noon.
"Alright, we need to try and find survivors. And by survivors I mean those that aren't infected. If they're bitten, or already zombified," I shoved a gun into the chief's hand, "then you know what to do."
"So," said Vic loading up his shotgun, "we split'n up?"
"Oh hell no!" The chief yelled at him.
"Alright, alright, alright! Hmm, Matt you come with me. Leon, you can have Uncle Ben." he said nodding towards the chief.
"Alright. I got my police radio you all have yours. Call if you need something. We meet back at the station at 3 and head back to my place before dark."
"Haha, alright then." Vic said spreading a derelict smile across his face, "Let's go tear shit up!"
The chief supplied no help at all. I have no fucking clue how this guy managed to make it to the top of his game. He's a damn coward! He stood in the back, hand shaking around his gun. I really didn't expect him to shoot, he just didn't have it in him. It was basically up to me now.
"Hey look! Up there!" The chief pointed a meaty finger up at a house, a window shined out a light from the second floor.
"Alright, lets go." I tried the easy way first, twisting the doorknob, of course it was locked. "HELLO!?" I shouted banging on the door, "ANYONE HERE!?" no answer. I opened the screen door and bashed out the front door window with the but of my Thompson. I snaked my hand in and unlocked the door only to open the door to a wrecked house. What the hell happened? The both of us gingerly went up the stairs, trying our hardest not to make the slightest noise.
"Hello?" I called from outside the door, "This is the Atrum City Police, we're here to help, please open the door."
…
No answer.
"Better kick it down," the Chief whispered in my ear. I nodded agreeing with him and knocked down the wooden door with my heavy boot.
"POLICE!" I shouted storming in. All that lay on the floor were mangled bodies, pools of blood, and dead bodies.
"Oh my God…excuse me…" The chief dodged into the hallway and vomited in a nearby potted plant. He then returned and began to eye up the room alongside of me. All of the sudden a low groan came from one of the bodies.
"Ungh…ahhhh." it seemed to be crying out.
"He's alive!" The chief shouted, "Quick! Get some bandages!" He began to rush towards him before I tackled him down in his tracks.
"What the hell is wrong with you!? Don't touch him! Don't touch him dammit!"
"But he's hurt!"
"No, he could be infected."
"Well I'm not going to stand by and watch the citizens of this city die!" He kicked me off, hard, and dashed over to the man buckled over on the floor.
"No!" I screamed, but it was too late for the ignorant fat man.
"Sir…are you okay?" he knealed down and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. Then the both of us were taken by surprise when the thing awoke and attacked the chief like a wild animal. He sunk his teeth deep into his throat, blood spitting out like a water fountain. The both screamed in the middle of the pandemonium, and I knew then what had to be done.
"Sorry chief, but I warned you!" I raised the gun and emptied my magazine on the two walking dead, both now dead, for good. I looked around noticing that the other bodies I thought were corpses were now crawling towards me. I ran from the room, ripping a grenade from my belt. The pin pulled out easily from my teeth and I lobbed the grenade inside before making a jump out the nearest window, to thank God, landing safely in an open dumpster. Not the best fall, but I was safe none the less.