Ok heres part three, more next week………………
'Do not take life too seriously; you will never get out of it alive'
"Sit down, Sir," the swat guy said, half pushing him into a seat.
They were in an emergency stairwell, used as a fire escape. Rust and dirt covered the walls. There was another man next to Jimmy, sitting on another seat dressed in an Italian suit with blood stains on the arms.
"Are you injured?" the swat guy said, checking Jimmy's head.
"I'm ok," Jimmy replied," I fell and hit my head,"
"I'm gonna send you to the others," the swat guy said," I've been ordered to keep all the wounded together until help arrives,"
How are you doing over there, Eric? The radio on the swat guy sprang into life.
"Holding out," the swat guy said into his radio," barely, when's backup getting here, we are running out of bullets and have at least five civilians who are injured,"
"Come on," the guy in the suit said," I'll lead you to the others,"
There was a bang from down the corridor, from where a door stood open leading into what looked like the front lobby. The swat guy moved fast, aiming his gun through the door and waiting. Jimmy held back against the wall as the familiar cries of the crazies echoed through the building. There were two gunshots from the lobby and another swat guy came running carrying a shotgun, he spun around as the guy with the MP5 closed the door and they pushed their weight against it.
"Go!" Eric said," get upstairs now!"
The wooden door splintered and a hand broke through, grabbing the guy with the shotgun. He fired, blowing it off at the wrist but the door was already gone, hands reached through and the other guy opened fire at them with his MP5.
"Come on!" the man in the suit said, grabbing Jimmy's shoulder and dragging him up the stairs.
Jimmy could hear the gunfire below as they climbed, the man in the suit always a flight above as they ran up the building's emergency stairwell. As he reached the first floor, there was a scream from below and Jimmy looked over the edge as the gunfire stopped. They were climbing the stairs in a massive crowd, hundreds of them pressed in against the walls as they followed him up. Gunshots started again, this time from a different weapon. Eric appeared shooting over his shoulder at their legs with a handgun. The shotgun held by the top in his other hand, his MP5 probably lost in the mayhem.
"Keep going!" he said.
Jimmy began his climb again and he dragged himself up to the second floor. Hands grabbed him as he passed an open door and he struggled as he was pulled to the floor. The door slammed shut and the hands let go, the guy in the suit fell back against the wall and a fire-fighter carrying a fire axe started helping the swat guy push a table in the way of the door.
"We lost Davis," Eric, the swat guy said looking down at the shotgun he must have taken from him.
"Is someone gonna tell me what's going on?" Jimmy asked as he was helped to a seat.
"You want to know?" a women in her twenties asked him," take a look at this,"
She turned the TV on the desk around and Jimmy, followed by some other people who sat by and watched.
",……. you describe the nature of this violence?" a reporter asked a National Guard soldier.
"So far all we know is that people are going insane, killing each other or attacking anyone they see. We have fallen back inside the base are no longer accepting civilian casualties, the risk of letting any of the rioters in is too great."
"What advice would you give anyone finding themselves assaulted by these people?" the reported asked.
"Run," he said simply," I have seen my men fill them with bullets only to stand again while others fall after a few rounds, whatever these people are, they are hard to kill, lock your doors and windows, stay at home until we can get to you,"
"Well there you have it," the reporter said, facing the camera," violence has spread rapidly through America and so far no apparent explanation is available. Reports from Centre of Disease Control state that it may be some kind of virus causing mass insanity though so far no subjects have been detained for examination. Military advice is to stay put and defend yourselves however you can, these people seem impervious to pain. I would not believe it myself, but I have seen what these people are capable of."
"That doesn't tell us anything we don't already know," a guy in swat uniform said, kneeling by the window with a sniper rifle.
"Hey man," Jimmy said," urrmm……thanks for covering me,"
"No problem," the swat guy replied.
Jimmy sat looked around the room, which was some kind of office. By the window was one swat guy and the other was sitting down by the door checking his ammunition. Two women sat talking in the corner, one with a deep gash on her arm that was bleeding. The man in the suit was sitting alone, drinking coffee and the fire-fighter was making sure the barricade at the door was going to hold.
There were voices from the back office, Jimmy could see people moving back there and assumed that's where the other people were.
"Do you copy?" the swat guy by the door said, talking into his radio," hello?"
"Your battery gone?" the one by the window asked, checking his own radio," shit mines out too,"
"Eric…..," said the radio, " they…got…in…cant stop….them,"
Three gunshots rang out over the radio and it went dead. The swat guys looked at each other, but everyone else was looking at the one by the door, who looked like he was in charge.
"Ok, Listen up people," he said as people from the back room poked their heads around the corner after hearing the radio gunfire," My name's Eric and this is Colin, we have lost contact with HQ. We need to secure at better location, that barricade wont hold the crazy people long. We're taking you to the control room, it will have monitors to oversee the entire place, stay together and keep quiet. If they find us I'll hold them and Colin will lead you on,"
Eric stood up and cocked the shotgun, Colin put his rifle over his shoulder and drew his Glock 17. Colin went to the other door that led out in the corridor and people started coming from the back room. There were twelve in all, and the last of them to leave were two men carrying a women who was out cold. On her neck was a deep wound that looked like it had been caused by a vicious dog. One of the men gave Jimmy a cold look as he passed and the guy in the suit came up to Jimmy.
"My name's Mike," he said as they started slowly moving towards the door.
"Jimmy," he replied.
"So," Mike said," you…ermm..lose anyone?"
"No," Jimmy said," you?"
"Shhh," Mike said, " we better be quiet now,"
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Up front, Colin checked every passage quickly, but no one seemed to be around. The group moved as silently as they could, Eric bringing up the rear with the fire-fighter whose eyes were wide with fear as he clutched the axe that was stained with dry blood.
Outside, the screams of people who hadn't made it safely inside could be heard whenever they went by a window. Now and again they heard a gunshot or a car brakes screech, but nothing close enough to be of any help.
In front of Jimmy and Mike, the injured women being carried shuddered and the men stopped.
"Leah," one of the men said," oh no, please no,"
"Quiet!" Eric said from nearby," what's going on?"
"Her heart's stopped," one of the men said," she's dead,"
The two men stopped and lay her down, while everyone else in front slowly turned to see what was going on.
The women who had turned on the TV came running over saying she knew CPR, which she started immediately.
"Ok stand back people," the fire-fighter said," give her some room to work,"
"Come on," the women trying to resuscitate said.
The injured women opened her eyes and the man who was now in tears grabbed her and started hugging her.
"Nice job," Eric said.
"But….," the women who gave CPR started," theres no puls-,"
The man hugging her screamed as his neck was torn away, he rolled as he tried to get away but she clung on, eating at his throat. Eric rose his gun, unsure who to shoot when the second guy who had been helping her grabbed the shotgun and tried to pull it away from them.
Jimmy backed away as the women let go of the man she was eating and he too got up and went for Mike. Jimmy turned and ran, ignoring the others as they stood in shock. There was a gunshot and the man trying to get the gun from Eric fell down, blood pouring from a shotgun wound to his stomach. Both the man and women, sensing the blood leapt on him.
Colin appeared in front of Jimmy, blocking his way.
"Everyone down now!" he shouted and Jimmy dove to the ground, looking over his shoulder as the man and women stood up, now joined by the third man. Eric, Mike and the fire-fighter couldn't get past the three people and were stuck the other side of them down the passage. Colin fired at the women as she ran towards the now scattering group. She staggered back, but kept coming as he fired two more shots. She ignored them and chased someone into a room as they broke off from the group.
"We're moving come on!" Colin said.
Jimmy didn't care about the others, he was off. He ran straight down the corridor, footsteps close behind him and gunshots in the background. He couldn't tell who was following him and wasn't going to stop and find out. He turned a corner and stopped dead as two people came running towards him, he ran to a side door and closed it behind him, listening to the screams as someone pounded on the door for him to open and let them in. Soon the screams stopped, whoever was with him was dead. He fell down, leaning against the door and waited listening to the gunfire die away and the running footsteps past the door. The room he was in was a storeroom with a double door at the other side, on the wall next to him was a map of the building.
He checked the floor, but the control room he had heard about wasn't on this floor. Looking at the next floor up, he saw a clear notice reading control and security room with an elevator sign right next to it. Walking over to the double doors, he realised it was an employee elevator. He pressed the button to go up a floor and went inside, as he did he stepped in something. Blood covered his shoes and he wondered if any of the others had made it away, but since the gunfire had stopped he was worried.
He stepped out of the elevator, heading towards the door ahead labelled control room when something struck the back of skull, knocking him to the ground. He turned and tripped the person who fell back against the wall and dropped the iron pipe that they had hit him with, he grasped it in both hands and stood up, ready to fight.
More coming in a few days………