The barricades were removed from the double doors. "I'll go check it out." He slowly turned the knob pushing the door open. The hallway was a mess. Smashed glass glittered the floor, the windows were boarded up. Just to the right stood a female cop hunched over. The thumping of his shoes alerted the her. She shuffled her body into a complete turn facing Carl. Her uniform was stained and torn revealing her chest and exposed muscle. Her cheek and been ripped off. The left side of her mouth shown. Carl wasted no time turning the other way and exiting the corridor.
Officer Brian and his small squad headed out of the S.T.A.R.S. office. Communications down! No way to get in contact with the outside. Whats next? Ammunition was scarce and morale was low. They had one hallway secure. Their next step was to get to the other rooms and save the lives not yet taken. They came to a halt. "The hell is that?" One of the officers had his gun pointed at the slimy skinless monstrosity before them. Everyone froze in their place staring as the creature made a complete turn to face them. The sounds of its long nails tapping on the floor echoed through the hall. The features of the creature were gory. It had no eyes indicating that it was blind. Its muscles were completely exposed and it seemed to walk on all fours. Immediately it seemed to know where its prey was and with one lash of its impossibly long tung one cop was ripped in two. The whip like muscle wrapped around the mans upper body and slowly pulled it towards its hungry mouth.
Brian pointed his firearm at the monster as it feasted on the dead body. He opened fire. One round hit its right shoulder the other two grazed its jelly like brain. The creature hissed and emitted a low grizzly screech before raising itself up on all fours as if ready to pounce. He fired again. The bullets hit their mark knocking the creature on its back where it struggled to roll over. "Nows our chance! Move!" The reaming police force hustled passed the whining monster as they exited to the lower floors.
Carl had no idea what part of the station he was in. He had gone into a corridor with a flight of stairs leading upwards. He looked both ways noting that not a single living/un-dead thing was lurking about. He entered the room next to the stairs. Looking around the room was identified as a small darkroom used for developing photos and such. On the table in front of him stood a typewriter that hadn't seemed to be used for quite awhile. Carl had his gun unholsterd always since he had left the classroom. For the first time since his little "travel" he set the gun down on the table to begin his search. Keys to a squad car, ammo anything! He shuffled through file drawers, the table even the little space in the back of the room. The lockers were of course locked and he had no clue as to where the key might be. Still he kept looking and to his surprise he found a clip for his weapon. Only one? He looked at it disappointed hoping to have found something like a shotgun or more magazine clips. Carl stuffed the clip into his jeans and headed out the door.
The people in the classroom were doing their best to hold the barricades to keep any of those zombies from coming in. Children huddled in corners crying. Even the people pushing against the doors started to weep. "Come on! Let it end!" The banging still continued. The doors were starting to show weakness as a hand punched a hole through. Gunshots were heard just outside and the banging subsided. After a moment of silenced a faint knocking got everyone on edge. "Hey!" Someone called. "Is anyone in there?" The people felt a small sense of hope as they cleared the barricades but that all had changed when they saw it was just one very exhausted cop. "Is everyone alright?" He said. The cop was a mess! Blood stains covered his uniform, sweat was pouring down his face.
It turned out that the cop that saved these people was officer Brian. His entire squad was slaughtered during their small operation to rescue everyone in the station. They had lost one guy to a flock of crows and the last 4 were torn apart by those skinned monsters that had an exceptional sense of hearing. "Come on! We've managed to get a squad car waiting we need to hurry!" It turns out there was an R.P.D. squad car waiting just outside the station. Unfortunately only two cops were standing guard. "Wait there's someone still wandering the Station!" Karen exclaimed to Brain. "I'm sorry. But there is no time! Even if we could get to him. They might wait for us!" She nodded wanting to know who the mans name was before he had left. As fast as they could the survivors rushed to the front gate.
((So yeah. That does it for chapter 3. I don't know about the rest you but I kinda like the way this story is turning out. Oh well. Tell me what you thought!))