Back To the Police Station

Marcus, Lucius, and Francis had retreated back to their neighborhood, ensuring to use the back alleys considering the fact that it was too late to save most of the people. In such short time, the virus had infected the town and they were unsure of how many people were left. But to be honest, they didn't want to know, they would be fine on their own. Having finally retreated back to their hangout spot, which was a small shack that was hidden by barrels and crates, only accessible through the alleyways and over a large wall, was defended by an electric gate powered by the Power Plant nearby. Marcus was the last to make it over and landed softly on the mattress so as not to make much noise and retreated into the shack. Lucius and Francis were searching through their belongings on a blunt object or something to use as a weapon. Marc held the handgun in his hand, a Beretta 92 which only had a single bullet left in the chamber. He would need to stop by the gun shop if he wanted to get out of there, but first it was getting to it that would be the problem.

Francis: I don't know what was up with them, but I'm not sticking around to find out.

Marcus: They were zombies.

Francis and Lucius paused, staring at Marcus before starting to laugh and Marcus responded by covering their mouths when he heard faint groaning outside. He made a slight 'shh' sound to them and took his handgun, placing it in his pocket and opening the shack's door. It made a slight creak as Marcus stepped out onto the cement, peering through the gate slightly and a zombie lunged at the gate as soon as he looked. This caused him to jump back and land on his ass but he got to watch the zombie get fried so it all worked out. Marcus pushed himself to his feet and shook his head in disbelief, he couldn't believe it either but it was a zombie. Marcus cleared his throat slightly and went back in, grabbing a backpack and emptying it out, along with a gym style bag. Francis and Lucius were already working on packing up food as Marcus was using the bags to hold the guns they would be picking up later. Lucius laid down a map of the town and pointed out the route they were going to go.

Lucius: Okay, cops have some weapons in the station that we could probably use. And I knew one of the officers before she got fired a few days ago. She has lockpicks in her desk, used to be a thief but no one ever knew. We'll take those and I'll use them if we need it, then we'll follow up and head to the subway near there and get to the last stop if the trains are still running. Once we get to the end, we'll get off and get out of town right?

Marcus nodded before pointing to the small detour he wanted to take which was near the office district and hospitals.

Marcus: After we leave the police station, let's curve to the Gun Shop and pick up some weapons if they have nothing. Or some ammunition, either way we'll need the firepower.

Francis nodded and the three of them all agreed, soon they took the map and got everything they had that they'd need. Food, binoculars, Francis and Lucius had the blunt weapons (two metal bats), while Marcus had the single bullet Beretta in his pocket until he could get a holster. It was time for a trek back to the Police Station, and to avoid all the undead.

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Outside Police Station

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Marcus was holding the binoculars and scanning the area, it seemed deserted…way too dead for the police station. They were hiding behind bushes that they climbed up onto with each other's help, it was impossible for anyone less than eight feet tall to get on without help from another. And since they helped each other, they got up fine so they didn't have to worry about getting jumped from behind.

Marcus: Clear, move in through the front and separate, grab what you can and meet up at the gun shop. Ready?

Francis and Lucius nodded, but Marcus waited for a moment before giving a slight whisper shout.

Marcus: Break!

The trio dropped to the ground and made a break for the police station, bursting in through the door and hauling ass to start searching the rooms. The shotguns were all empty, no shells left either, and handguns were gone but Marcus snatched a clip for the Beretta he had and the holster from a hook in an office. He looked down at the picture and realized he was in the cop's office, the one who busted him and his friends. Picking up the picture and sighing before putting it back down. Marcus shook his head and walked out to the hallway and was walking for the backdoor when he suddenly heard, what sounded like, a lot of automatic fire. But it was way in the distance, and it was too hard to tell with everything that was going on in his head.

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Center of Town

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S.W.A.T. (Special Weapons And Tactics) and S.T.A.R.S. (Special Tactics And Rescue Squad) had all lined up in the center in a large circle in the dead center of town. They were using the vehicles as cover, as there were some still living police officers using opened doors of their car door as cover. There were M4 Assault Rifles, P90's, MP5's, 12-Gauge Shotguns…The works. There was even incendiary grenades going off and incinerating zombies. Of course, the police, being as stupid as they were, were aiming for the chests and not the heads. Cops were screaming and everyone was actually putting the city in the battlefield and was blowing up the support beams to make it collapse on zombies. There was loud echoing and slamming into the ground, people shouting and firing more and more. But they just kept coming, in such little time the zombies had been eating the police alive. Blood was splattering around and soon enough, the ground was a literal blood bath and everyone was back up as zombies. Infected, and increased the number that put the three protagonists in jeopardy.

Back at the Police Station…

Francis was searching through desks and looking for ammo, keys as well to unlock any doors they may come across in the police station when he opened up a door into another room and saw it littered with dead bodies. The dumbass didn't read the sign and had walked right into the "Autopsy Room". Francis was cautious and was searching the room thoroughly, flipping bodies over and just making a shitload of racket. Suddenly there was moaning, groaning, that blood thirsty moan that Francis could tell. And looking over to the door, there was three zombies getting up and Francis muttered incoherent cursing as he pulled out his bat and readied himself for the pitch. Francis waited, the zombies got closer…closer…and he swung it forward. He put all his force and strength into it and cracked the first one's skull open while knocking the other two down at the same time like dominos.

Francis: And that's a home-run!

He brings the bat down and starts smashing the other two's face in, not realizing the fact that zombies were forming behind him and by the time he finished beating and splattering blood all over him he kicked the dead body and turned with a satisfied smile on his face. Which dropped seeing the seven or eight zombies moving towards him and Francis pulled his arms back and was ready to take them on.

Francis: C'mon you dead motherfuckers, I'll take you all on!

Suddenly he was pulled back out of the room by an unknown person and swung the bat around, turning around and looking to see Lucius having pulled him and shut the door.

Francis: Aww! You killed my fun!

Lucius grabbed Francis by the shirt and slammed the male's body against the wall and got up in his face with a pissed off attitude.

Lucius: This isn't some game where you get experience points off beating more zombies than the other players, this is real life. You die now: You're gone for good, no second chance, nothing. And if you use that bat too much, eventually it's gonna break and you're gonna be fucked over. Be smart, do you understand me?

Francis gulped and nodded hesitantly.

Francis: Y-Yeah…

Lucius let him go and moved out of the room, going downstairs and disappearing out of view before Francis said aloud to himself.

Francis: Fuckin' douche.

And from a vent underneath Francis, Lucius yelled up.

Lucius: I HEARD THAT!

Francis started cursing before moving and searching the rest of the rooms but looking out a window to see a cop running to the back entrance of the police station. It was an S.W.A.T. member, and the cop's helmet fell off to reveal beautiful brunette hair but he couldn't catch her face though he was on his way down to go meet up with her.

---Officer Alexis' P.O.V---

The whole fucking team is dead…Whatever those damn things were, they fucking got them all. It's impossible, it's like some zombie flick, but I'm not the dumbass broad that gets eaten alive.

Alexis Rose, a member of S.W.A.T. that had barely made out of the blood bath in the center of town. She had leaned against the closed door of the police station next to her as she was catching her breath, hearing the moaning of zombies starting to get closer and closer. She cursed under her breath until lost balance and fell into the door, not really in it but through it. She felt a hand cover her mouth as the door shut and a gentle voice came into her ear.

Marcus: Stay quiet, let them pass by…

Alexis nodded slightly as it took a while but they eventually wandered off and Marcus released her before she turned around and looked at him with a small smile.

Alexis: At least you're not a pale motherfucker.

Marcus closed his eyes halfway and let out a slight 'Meh' before holding his hand out to her.

Marcus: Name's Marcus, I heard all the commotion outside and was about to go check it out before you leaned against the door and I got you in here.

Alexis took his hand and shook it before releasing it and holstering her M4, looking around slightly as she introduced herself.

Alexis: Corporal Alexis Rose, but I guess it's just Alexis now considering I'm the last of the squad.

Marcus had blinked slightly before hearing footsteps approaching from the hall, two people, Francis and Lucius. They turned the corner out of breath.

Lucius: What was going on?

Francis: What was with all the gunfire outside?

Alexis turned around and looked at the two out of breath teens, and their mouth's dropped. They were love-struck, so they were fighting to introduce themselves first before Marcus moved next to Alexis and separated the two before introducing them.

Marcus: These two idiots are Francis and Lucius, my team since I was a kid. They're smart; at times, just try not to give them any signs.

Marcus had turned and opened the door as he examined the outside, Lucius and Francis filling Alexis in on the game plan. Marcus exhaled and pulled himself inside, looking to them as his eyes focused on Alexis mostly.

Marcus: Think you can haul ass in that thing?

Alexis shook her head before removing some of the extra layer clothing revealing a t-shirt and jeans underneath the suit and kept her M4 with clips in the fanny pack. Marcus looked down her form then back up at her and nodded.

Marcus: Alright then, we're hauling ass straight up and heading to the gun shop. If you don't keep up, I'm sure Francis and Lucius would like to help you.

Alexis: Please boys; let's see if you can keep up with me.

Marcus smiled and opened the door, took off in a full blown sprint out the door, Alexis, Lucius, and Francis following behind. Marcus and Alexis were neck and neck practically, Francis and Lucius behind. They were hauling ass as if they were doing a one hundred meter dash. They were hauling ass and Marc was the most daring out of all them by literally diving through the gun shop window and rolling with a laugh before opening his eyes and seeing a shotgun barrel in his face. There was the cocking back of a shotgun trigger before a loud boom echoed throughout the night sky as Alexis, Francis, and Lucius hauled ass quicker to catch up to Marc who had disappeared into the gun shop.

A/N: That's Chapter 2, up next is chapter 3! Coming soon to .