Carl could hear yelling and shouting just outside the station. More people? In the hallway he stood he could see the front gate to the station. Finally we can get out of here. His little triumph was short lived. People were running inside. The two officers standing on either side were getting ready to shut the doors. "No!" He shouted. Carl hurried down the first floor only to be side tracked by a couple of the skinned monsters and infected victims. He dodged the dead people, having no choice but to take out the skinless creatures for they could hear his every move. He had just made it to the main hall.
Just as he kicked the big double doors his hopes sank. The squad car was no where to be found. Carl stood for a few moments hearing the car fade in the distance. He grunted and cursed to himself. "This can't be happening." Turning around it came clear that going back in the station was a death sentence. But the outside wasn't any safer. What the hell? Got nothing to loose. Right? He had made up his mind. He took his chances with the streets and slowly with a deep breath walked out the front gates and on to the quite roads.
"We shouldn't have left him there!" Karen was shouting to the two cops in the front seat. Brian sat amongst the survivors in the crowded car. "Look," He began. "we don't know where the guy was! Even if we did wait for him!" He stopped there realizing everyone was feeling more uncomfortable then they already did.
The R.P.D. was overrun and even she knew that know one other than these handful of people could still be there. Karen grunted to herself still mad that she didn't ask for the guys name before he ran off. Like it would've mattered. She shook her head the little feeling of regret slowly eating at her.
A cracking sound came from the front seats. The car spun regaining balance. One of the two cops had been hit by something. "You okay?" Brian called out. "I'm fine!" The driver replied. "But-" The windshield caved in on the driver. The squad car careened off the road and into a nearby tree. Everyone looked amongst themselves checking if they were still alive. What could've caused that? The cop stared at the space where the window was.
Carl jogged down several blocks seeing nothing that could be used as a safe house. They're probably out of the city by now. He was getting no where and the ammo he had on backup didn't assure him comfort. Got one clip. Counting the one loaded that makes 2. Not enough if I run into whatever they're called. He had to keep going unless he wanted to be lunch. The streets were pitch black. Most of the lights didn't even work. Somewhere in the distance gunshots ringed.
Brian fired at the on coming horde of zombies. The survivors huddled together in the car while their only protector fended off the attackers. "Ammo out!" He muttered. The horde was dead or dead again. This just made my job a lot tougher. He turned around looking at everyone. "Come on out!" Karen hopped out. Dusting herself off she noticed that no one was budging. A low hiss followed from the front of the car. "Now what?" Karen leaned over to see. Nothing was there.
"Shit!" Brian jumped to the side as a long whip lashed at him. Another hiss, the thing making the noise revealed itself. A large muscular creature perched on top of the car its long tung pulled into its drooling mouth. Two others crept from the neighboring buildings. "Get out now!" Brain shouted. One of the creatures pouched in front of him. The people inside panicked and screamed. It turned its attention to them launching its tung impaling one of the survivors.
More screaming erupted. Soon all three were in. "Lets get the hell out of here!" He took Karen's hand tugging her and together they ran off. The bloody gurgling screams dieing off.
Carl saw two figures running into some random direction. The lack of light played it off as a trick played by his mind. I know what I saw. He hustled towards them. His legs were giving way and they were disappearing into the darkness. "Hey!" He called still trying to keep up the pace. "Wait!" They seemed to have ignored him.
Karen and Brian had crashed through the front doors of an apartment building. They took a moment or so to catch their breath. "Are you crazy?" She leaned up against a wall holding her sides. "What?" Brian flicked on a light switch. Fortunately, they now have light. "You left them all to their deaths! There were children with them!" The officer took a deep breath staring at her a bit. "Look! Don't you think I feel guilty enough?" He panted still a little uneasy. " I had no way of defending them! Even If I had a couple of rounds those things wouldn't go with out a fight."
He took the first step to the second floor. "Now we can stay here and argue. Or we can find a room for the night." She nodded and followed him up the stairs. It was only two months but the hallway looked as though no one had been there in years. Dust and cobwebs shrouded the walls. The floor creaked and felt that it would give any second.
Brian slowly turned the knob of the rooms. Opening it he found that it was vacant. "Its clear." Karen walked in. The bed was disorganized and papers were scattered everywhere. She saw him shuffle through drawers. He pulled a couple of clips, he shoved one in. She closed the door behind her. Soon after a loud knocking from the other side alerted them.
Carl was weary. His legs hurt, his sides ached. And now when he finally catches up with who ever he was following they deny him access to the room. His throat was so dry he could barely speak. All he did was knock. On the other side of the door, Brian trained his firearm ready to blow away anything that came through.
((Yay. Chapter 4 is done. What did you think?))