This is a story chronicling the survivors' passage through Brooklyn, New York in Precinct 84, there is some swearing, special props go to Keldorn for an awesome campaign.

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The stark noon sun had given way to a beating, tiring afternoon sun. Light entering the saferoom through the solitary barred window cast stretched shadows against a lone television set perched on a box in the middle of the dreary room. A large image of the vomit bag referred to as a "boomer" had been scrawled some time ago on the dirty white wall with the message "Wanted dead or alive" written underneath in green. Graffiti covered most of the wall, most of it trying to convey messages to missing loved ones who may or may not still be alive. Something bumped a shelf over in the derelict shop on the other side of the the cold, worn, red steel door. Zoey listened to it and shivered; "There must be a horde in that shop by now."

"Hmmpf.." The aging veteran pored over the map which he had sprawled over the top of a crate and scratched his grizzled beard. Louis sat right beside him, attention fixed on the map too, Zoey always found this side of Louis interesting, when it was planning time Bill and Louis were an excellent team, both being strategists in their own right. The tatooed biker on the other hand seemed to have engrossed himself in trying to get a signal on the beaten television set in the middle of the room, and things didn't appear to be working.

"Three.. Two.. One.." Zoey counted watching Francis with an amused expression.

"Bah! I hate televisions" Francis announced fuming to no-one in particular and bashing the set on its worn side. Zoey giggled with glee, watching Francis always had its fun points.

"There are some bad men with big guns in the laundromat." This message scrawled just above a set of lockers housing a worn shotgun and uzi caught the ex-college student's attention; "Hey Bill, did you see this one?" The old man in question looked up for a second; "Yeah, I did, we'll check the laundromat across the street after we've finished planning." He stated jerking a slightly gnarled thumb in the direction of the window. Peering out, a large washed out sign read "Laundromat" on the ground floor of a building opposite their secured room. Looking over at the three men.. During the time she had been looking outside it appeared Francis had joined the other two.

"Okay people, gather up."

It appeared the old man was finally ready to deal with the situation at hand.

" According to this map we are currently in Brooklyn, New York. Now earlier we encountered some cop cars, correct?" The rest of the group nodded, Francis muttering something about "cops" under his breath.

"Now as you people remember we heard chatter over the radio, meaning that someone must still be alive. So I have decided we will head to the nearest police precinct which happens to be this one over here." Pointing at a marked location on the map the group read "84th Police Precinct" Zoey looked up;

"Bill, that's quite a few blocks away there may be no-one left by the time we get there." Francis and Louis nodded Looking at the old man.

"That is why we will press on this afternoon, if we head through these ghetto's over here, and make our way to the Emerald Tunnel Exit we should reach that location by early tomorrow morning." Bill layed out his plans gesturing to possible routes while the other members nodded, Louis adding his own input.

With a loud, screech of protest the saferoom door opened, revealing a delivery alley and a large white van, with a swift motion of his fingers Bill had the team moving out. A makeshift barracade of fencing blocked any access to the eastern section of the street. Abandoned trolleys, vans and trucks were strewn around the wide street here. A wind had picked up and it whistled through the spaces in the barracade. Cautiously crossing the deserted street the team approached the laundromat warily, upon crossing over the threshold something thumped in the room up ahead. the atmosphere inside felt incredibly heavy, an ominous feeling pressed down on the friends.

"I don't like this one damn bit." Francis muttered looking back at Bill, Zoey and Louis, the something in the back room let out a soft grunt causing the vet to use a jerk of his hand to motion everyone out of the laundromat.

"That was a tank wasn't it?" Zoey appeared quite shaken up.

"not sure kid, but we don't take unnecessary risks."

"Whatever it was it sure sounded big." Louis leaned against the wall.

"Okay people, let's get moving." Bill was already looking down the street and with that the team set out again.

The railway flyover loomed over them again as Francis peered around the corner noting a pawnshop on the adjacent corner, the biker noted something else too.

"Shit." Muttering to himself he faced the rest; "Street's crawling with vampires." Louis snorted; "They're not vampires man, they're zombies."

"Cut the horse shit you two." Bill did not like it when the infected interfered with his plans. Zoey strolled over and gestured to a nearby van; "Hey guys, would you look at this?" She seemed quite pleased with herself so of course the rest of the group walked with her to see what she had found. Two large white barrels greeted them, a large red diamond encircled a red image of a flame. "

"If someone strong.." the teen looked at Francis "Could kick this hard enough, we could roll it right into that horde and have a barbecue."

The teen giggled at her own joke, Louis nodded; "I think that's a great idea, right Bill?" The aged vet nodded and motioned to Francis; "Francis buddy, roll that barrel around the corner and i'll light 'em up." The burly biker chuckled evilly and hoisted the barrel to the corner, with a great kick the barrel began it's journey.

A white barrel rolled slowly up to the throng and came to rest against an infected's leg. The infected looked at the red image of flames uncomprehendingly. A shot rang out and with a loud explosion the barrel blossomed like a huge firey flower. The hungry flames were on the infected like a wildfire in tinder. Shrieking the infected ran blindly, bumping into the supports, the barracade and each other and as quickly as it had started it was over. A huge swathe had been cut through the throng and these were dispatched quickly as the team made their way across the street.

"There's a pawn shop on the corner let's go." Francis had been eager to get to the pawnshop blasting any infected that came near. The dingy shop didn't have much in it but upon closer inspection of the back room there was a welcome discovery.

"A road sweeper, everyone stand back I'm on crowd control!) Francis grabbed the tactical shotgun which had been abandoned in the back room. Looking in a locker Zoey had discovered a Ruger mini 14, your typical hunting rifle, glancing over the biker commented "Now that, is a sweet ass scope." Giggling Zoey looked over to Louis who had discovered another assault rifle;

"Geez, this is just like Counterstrike, how did they get a hold of one of this?" The IT manager was pretty surprised yet pleased at the same time.

After leaving the pawn shop the group noticed stairs leading up to the main line. looking at the stairs and considering the situation Bill decided; "Let's get up those stairs." climbing the stairs Zoey kept a watchful eye on some gaps gaping in the ceiling, but it was a false alarm. Reaching the platform a few staggering infected got dispatched before even realising they were not alone. A train had stopped right in front of the platform, the train rioted with colours where vandals had sprayed graffiti on all available spaces. Inside was as much of a riot of colour as the outside, something belched up ahead. the group froze.

"A boomer" Francis growled, Louis tightened his grip on his rifle. Zoey looked around; "But Where?" With a shake of his head the aged soldier stated;

"Nevermind, let's keep moving, eyes and ears people, eyes and ears." Progressing through the derelict train the boomer's gurgling belch kept the small group company, finally a door appeared up ahead, apparently the train had been seperated here and they would need to exit the cars. Dropping to the flyover the team could still here the loud belches yet could not find the boomer itself.

"Up there." Some boxes led up into the estranged front half of the train, this half had stacks of crates, perhaps an attempt to barracade the car. slowly progressing through the car the belches became more and more audible, Suddenly everything swam behind a green blur as a cascade of vomit poured through a ventilation hole in the ceiling.

"Ah shit. Son of a bitch!"

"Shit, shit, shit, shit!"

"Ewwww!"

"Aargh! It stinks!"

A howl echoed from outside, vibrating the windows, as hordes of infected began climbing the flyover. "Zoey!" The aged veteran shouted; "Watch the back! Louis! Francis guard the windows! I'll watch the ceiling, Stick together people!" Infected swarmed through the back entrance being met with a withering rain of fire as the hunting rifle tore through lines of infected, Simultaneously infected smashing through the windows and ventilation covers in the ceiling were met with a stream of bullets and buckshot. The rain of bullets opened holes in the ceiling and wall quickly bathing the survivors in dappled light. After the smoke cleared the only ones left were the survivors and the boomer, with a cock of his gun Francis fired a single shot into the ceiling followed by a loud pop as blood and entrails dripped over the remaining windows of the train.

"Son of a Bitch!" He shouted before heading to the front of the train. "Looks like Zoey shot the train conductor too" the biker remarked as Zoey entered the front compartment, he refused to let it go that Zoey had in fact shot the helicopter pilot earlier, much to the frustration of the teen in question;

"He was a zombie Francis! Zombie, zombie, zombie!" She complained much to his amusement. Bill clicked a button causing the train door to slide back before clattering to the ground. It appeared that a group had tried to hold off up here evidenced by the large pile of ammunition lying on a table, the rooftop here was pretty open apart from a large water tank and a billboard advertising trips to Allegheny forest in Pennsylvania. Some planks offered a temporary walkway across to the next building. There also appeared to be some propane canisters propped against the far wall.

As the team set foot on the sturdy planks a high pitched siren pierced the air and wailed from behind the buildings down the street, soon the sound was getting louder and louder as it eventually filled the air and something the survivors had not expected to see appeared at the opposite end of the street. Two police cars hurtled down the street, sirens blaring with a stream of infected hot on their tails, Louis covered his ears; "Damn that's loud!" He screamed as the cars passed directly under them. The cars screeched in a sharp turn and were gone around the corner. A howl tore through the air for the second time in an hour, those cars had riled up the infected in this sector. That however was not all that had been riled up. Something the survivors had forgotten about let out a long groaning roar as the sound of a wall smashing in the distance made its way to their ears.

The vietnam veteran sighed; "Oh this is going to get bad."

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