Okay, guys, here's the second part of the Abscond division. And from what we've seen, the preceding chapter ends with the police couple encountering the infected and the civilians growing anxiety from witnessing suspicious activity. To find out what happens next, enjoy the chapter!
Chapter #5 ~ The Escalation
""W-w-what on Elmore did we just perceive?!" Doughnut Sheriff exclaimed as he placed his hands on his crown and twisted his noggin left and right.
"A c-c-cosmic event! But regardless, we got a situation here!" Coffee Cop responded stutteringly, and her voice fluttered.
She shoved her shaking index finger to the window, pointing towards the assembly across the street. Coffee closed her frigid eyes and pushed her hand downward. The heat from within the beverage slowly trimmed as slow breaths lessened the rampant thumbing within her. She removed her hand from her stomach and clutched her fist downward. She cleared her throat and immediately shoved her finger on the vacuum.
"What are we going to do?! We both know one false move is a terrible idea, and we'll face heavy causalities! With Vladus along, I feared he'll use the same intimidation from earlier or worse, get possessed!" The officer yelled as he lowered his arms and jabbed a finger at the vacuum switch. His eyes are still wide open, and his body shakes drastically. Sounds are heard from each device as its radar begins to glow. Electrical discharges slowly emanated from the wand, flashing on and off.
"I know, but this is the perfect opportunity for us to use our new kit." The drink whispered as she shifted her eyes to her right and placed her left hand on the pastry's shoulder. Breathing heavily as he still shook, Donut Cop turned his head to the right, and his pupils gazed down at Coffee Cop opening the glove compartment and reaching her hand inside. He shifted his eyebrows drastically as one brow rose while the other fell. The shaking seized to a halt as the feminine cop brought the grenades from inside.
"And hopefully, just like our previous smoke bomb usage with Sal, this will give us a chance to round them together. But first, we needed an approach." Coffee answered before looking around the street. She twisted her head back and forth until something of interest caught her eye. Trash cans within the intersection were full, and droplets of rocks scattered across the ground. Dark shadows and bushes were coating the path. A few corners settled between the corridors beamed medium-sized openings on each section. A sensation grew within the drink's head as she placed her left hand on her mask and tapped it.
"Okay, Doughnut, here's the method that'll help us out: go out there and preoccupy the group. I'll cover you while staying out of sight." Coffee Cop continued orotundly as the driver shook his hands expectedly.
"Are you serious?! What about the citizens?!" Doughnut Sheriff shrieked.
"Sheriff, we have to do the relocating procedure snappily. It is absurd to start a fight outnumbered and risk many lives. Thus the massacre happening in the background can draw too much attention. I'll give our chief the whereabouts while you approach the infected. Be careful." The feminine officer articulated calmly.
"Sure thing, Coffee." The officer held his breath and lamented with his eyes closed, bending his fists and wiping his fluids after retrieving a rag nearby the steering wheel. Doughnut opened his eyes and let go of his hands from the wheel. He shut off the engine and pivoted to his left, reaching for the door. The pastry swung the entry open, grasped his vacuum, and closed it behind him. He cleared his throat and strapped the gadget on his back, and took out his revolver from his arsenal and the handle on his right hand. Back inside the car, Coffee grasped her darts and placed them inside her dart gun.
The feminine officer can anticipate the responses of her superior and co-workers for observing the event from the camera, and she lamented.
"Sir, we got the Wattersons in front of us, coated with the same virus Ms. Simian mentioned about Krueger and others earlier. To worsen the deal, our previous cohort Vladus is infected, and we notified armored men next to the group with well-armed contraptions similar to ours!" The beverage officer reported to the commissioner after loading her gun and pressing a button on the radio.
"Any specification of their whereabouts?" The commissioner quizzed distressingly.
"Positive! The street-place has citizens coming out of their homes and anarchy happening in the background. Our previous caller hasn't arrived yet, and Doughnut has already left the car. But for request? Should we contact the sanctuary and set up more containment cells just in case? Acknowledging this family is infamous for their misfortunes and the previously infected victim, we needed extra hands." Coffee Cop asked tensely.
"Request granted. After witnessing, I figured preparation would be useful for this instance. But for now, keep me up for an update." The commissioner responded. "We'll continue our objective once they're received."
As soon as the chief turns off the communicator, the Coffee Cop turns off the engines and reaches for the door. Opening it, she looked ahead at the neighboring houses and saw fear in the eyes of civilians. Coffee Cop lowered her eyebrows as her heart beat faster again. Her eyes widened in shock as she ran immediately towards the car's trunk and brought out a key. The feminine officer injected the key inside the hole and opened the hatch.
Polished, jet-black shields with lights attached appeared before the cop. Her arms quivered but ceased once she advanced for the bucklers within the compartment. The cop cleared her throat and gazed her eyes at the infected group. She has taken the barriers and placed the grenades at hand on her arsenal and another on Doughnut's belt. The couple split in different directions, with Doughnut moved on towards the assembly in a huff and Coffee interfering in the shadows sneakily, with weapons and armory in hand. They clenched their fists on their firearms, and a faint glow radiated within each dart.
As the couple departed, a few residents within the nearby corridor turned around from the infested group and noticed the cops splitting up in different directions. Several tilted their heads, and most raised their eyebrows. Many feelings rushed through their minds as they felt a sense of security and confusion. Some already started packing their materials within their homes, with widened eyes, butterflies in their stomachs, and raised eyebrows, as they ensured every item in their households and made phone calls.
Tapping their phones as they placed their index fingers on the screens rapidly. When Doughnut Sheriff noticed the citizens going ballistic, he reached out his left hand and pushed forward. He shoved his fingers upward and trimmed them down. The packets halted for a moment, and the sheriff circulated his thumb and index finger while keeping the rest of the fingers upward. As he placed his hand down back from a fist, the sheriff resumed back to the street. Trying as they might, the citizens place their items in bags and cases in a restrained position.
"Well, group. Since Carrie left us, how about we start sharing our love towards the people? We don't want to keep them waiting, do we?" Nicole spoke seductively, folding her hands together and sprouting her claws.
"Good idea, Mom! It's the perfect opportunity to reincorporate Carrie's bizarre condition and see what we'll reach!" Anais grinned disgustingly before turning her head to the fish.
Darwin carried the contraption off his back and curved it to its back. He advanced for the pouch and removed it from its place. Behind the exterior reveals an on-and-off switch, and the fish pressed the button below. After a few moments, his wand initiated the appearance of electrical sparks.
And the gadget instantly lightens up. The fish clutched the handle with his fin expectedly. Bursting chimes of screaming steamed rolled through his mind. With sounds of crushing and slashing in the aftermath. He can hear his stepbrother screaming in agony with his weapon and swinging his arm left and right in the process. The screams changed into passionate joy, and a nasty smirk appeared on his face.
Both Anais and Daisy tilted their skulls to the side and glanced at each other. The rabbit walked upward and reached for the fish's shoulder. The fish's eyebrows shot toward the sky, and pupils shrank as he twisted himself to the hare and doll.
"Hey, stepbrother! You're feeling alright with your girlfriend's disappearance?" The bunny asked as she raised her eyebrows.
"I'm okay with it. I'm feeling a lot better thanks to our reunion." Darwin answered as he positioned his gadget. "And she gave me an idea of what to do with Gumball later."
"Oh, so many choices to choose! Now, which one should we smash first?!" Richard cheered as he clapped his hands rapidly.
Suddenly, a loud, authoritarian voice burst across the street.
"FREEZE!"
They turned around to see Donut approaching the assembly with a pistol and shield in hand. They watched as the sheriff pointed his revolver at them and lowered his eyebrows, clenching his fists and flexing his left arm toward his torso. As sweat slowly dropped down to his skull, Doughnut looked to his right and spotted another car next to him. An idea roamed within the donut's head, but an impulse from within him proceeded to grow. He imagined all the damages the car itself might confront since it belonged to someone else. The officer stared at the infected, trying to control himself. The Wattersons glared at each other as they witnessed the intensity of the police officer.
A luscious smirk look appeared on Nicole's face. She chuckled a little as she envisioned the opportunities of dealing with the cop. However, she ceased to reanalyze, and a glimpse of the living drink in her mind caught her attention. She taps her fingers on her in the aftermath, thinking of what could've happened to the police officers. Massive cries of pain, slashes and pleasureful sounds streamed through her mind. And expectedly, the feline picture herself lying within a bathtub.
Once the bodyguards witnessed the singular cop approaching the group, the two next to the chief cross their arms triumphantly as they snicker while the superior rolled his eyes and shook his head left and right as he sighed. He snapped his fingers, causing the two to stop chuckling. The commander reached for his pistol and pressed a button attached to the gun. A small light appeared out of the firearm, and the chief brought out ammo, only to inject it inside the gun.
Vladus squinted his eyes and exhaled. He placed his left hand on his hip, and the phantom raised his right hand to tap his finger on his chin. He reminisced seeing him and Coffee Cop working as a pair. The equipment attached to the Sherriff caused the phantom to raise his eyebrow.
"It's our Doughnut friend! Should we start with him?!" Richard asked as sparkles appeared from his eyes and licked his lips.
"Wattersons, Vladus, and armed men! Put your hands up! Each of you is under arrest for malicious fornication, coercion of neighbors, and spreading the streets with the mysterious virus!" Doughnut Sherriff bellowed as he proceeded closer to the group and stopped. Abruptly, the chief mercenary and his cronies unleashed their pistols in front of the living desert. Beams of red lights were cast onto the sheriff, causing the latter to feel disturbed. However, he shook his head and pointed his firearm at the armed men left and right.
"Approaching us by yourself. And no backup in sight. Not a wise move on your end, officer." The chief bodyguard replied, rolling his eyes and sharpening his vision towards the donut. Hearing this, Vladus rose his head and tilted to his left, seeing the car within the background. The vehicle was empty and parked nearby a house.
"Speaking of which, where's Coffee?" The fatherly ghost raised an eyebrow, hovered in the direction of the cop, and teleported to the car. The phantom noticed peculiar features on the driver and passenger seats. Sprinkles, droplets, and edges are attached to the stool and wheel. The other doesn't have many differences, but witness radiation of heat cast on the center. And the backseat bears two plastic shells left behind the seats.
Instantly, the specter rolled his eyes at the sheriff, remembering that he had previously been a driver with his girlfriend. He hummed thoughtfully before teleporting away. Doughnut Cop raised his eyebrows and shrunken his pupils as he heard the ghost depart. He knew that the phantom would've anticipated the missing cop, but he took and breath and set his gaze upon the group.
Suddenly, Anais's ears advanced to the air. Her ears vibrated, and her eyes pivoted to her left. She twisted her head and body, progressing her eyesight to what caught her attention. The doll lifted her eyebrow at what caused her owner to turn her head again, only to notice something happening behind them. She tapped on the fish's shoulder and pointed towards the direction she was pointing. Darwin gazed at the pair with a raised eyebrow. He trod to the two as he tilted his head. As if the rabbit and the doll were in a trance. He twisted his crown to see what caused the partners to stare.
"Wait a minute, didn't Carrie do all of this?" The voracious bunny questioned as he rubbed his head.
"Richard, don't play innocent. Besides, only one cop? Don't worry, fellas. This'll be easy." Nicole responded with a shrug. She bent down and placed her hands on the ground. Her claws sprouted, and her pupils immediately sharped as she raised her bottom and tail in the air. The feline pulled back her torso and legs and thrust herself towards the cop. The doughnut has taken a few steps back, and Nicole pounced on the cop. He twisted his body and lay his torso on the ground. Her weight attached to the shield caused the cop to flop on the floor and dragged across the terrain. Virus droplets slithered out of her mouth and dropped to the floor next to him, nearly splattered to his biohazard suit.
He inhales his breath and exhales as he tightens his fits further once he proceeds to get up. His legs wiggled expectedly, striving to find footing on the struggle. Doughnut lowered his head to avoid the slime-coated claws from the infected feline. Nicole lunged her arms and toes to the policeman rapid, like to that of an ordinary cheetah slashing its victim. The three guards walked towards the duo, still keeping their firearms at range.
Doughnut Cop reached for his wand, shoved his index finger on one of the buttons, and blasted the infected group rapidly. Under the beignet's arm, the gas is attached to the cat's face and causes her to let go of the shield in mid-air. A massive fume of white mist coated the feline and plunged her across the air. It pushed her across the floor as the particles started reaching for her eyes. Nicole's pupils shrunken once her autonomy froze instantly. In a second, her entire body landed on the ground. The particles from the extinguisher attached themselves to the feline's eyelids.
"AAAAAHHHH! MY EYES!" Nicole screamed at the top of her lungs as she placed her hands on her eyes.
"Honey!" Richard screamed as he jumped off the ground and lunged himself forward. He huffed and puffed as the vapor enveloped his body.
"Hey, guys! We wit-AAAHHH!" Anais shrieked as the vapor consumed her, Daisy, and Darwin frontage of the moisture provoked the fish to let go of his baton, and it slipped to the floor.
Each bodyguard shoved their arms against the exposure, positioning their arms on their eyesight. Trying to resist the particles, they pulled the triggers forward as bullets burst out of the guns. Some shots plunged at the sheriff's shield, while the rest missed and lunged into individual properties, creating holes in the process. Several citizens took cover from the attack and closed their doors.
Doughnut covered himself with his shield and jolted to the nearby car as the bullets coated his shield. The officer secured the rod back to his vacuum and advanced for his belt. After pulling out from the stash, a flash grenade and baton emerge on his right hand. Despite trying to resist the particles, the bodyguards placed their guns back on their belts.
They pulled out their wands and clenched their fists. They gradually walked out of the vapor, alongside throwing their arms in the air to wipe the moisture away. Now out, the trio hastened to the spot the Sherriff stood and looked around. The chief ferociously growled as he twisted his head to the right.
In his eyesight, a shadowy figure's limbs appeared below the car. Noticing this, all three armed men released their rods and discharged upon the motorcar. The electric circuits grasped the automobile, and they together threw the vehicle elsewhere. Doughnut widened his eyes as he watched the car hurl over the sky. The car plunged across the sky and fell to the ground. Broken glass, missing car tires, and a horn cast all over the floor. Doughnut looks down to the chief and cronies.
After pulling out from the stash, a flash grenade and scepter emerge on his right hand. He instantly lifted his arm in the air and threw the explosive to the ground. A massive flash coated the area, and many citizens covered their eyes afterward.
The brightness stunned the trio's eyesight and covered their faces to adjust themselves. Rising from the ground, the sheriff dashed toward the mercenaries and plowed his arms towards them. He swung the batons on their heads individually and used his shield to damage the armor. Pieces flew off from them, and they flopped to the ground.
After facing the damages, each escort gained their visions and jolted after the donut. The sheriff headed to the right as the trio leaped forward to the floor and pressed another button. One of the armed men recovered and grabbed him on the arm, lunging a fist on his eyes. A crack appeared on the mask, and Doughnut instantly rose from the attack. The chief committed an uppercut on the Sherriff and a push kick.
And the third guard raised the pastry on the arms and chest, shoving him to the ground and dragging the cop across the floor. The guards lunged at the cop and took turns pounding the latter limbs and face. Afterward, has thrown across the nearby fences and rolled across the sidewalk. Bruises, scratches, and leaks of blood emerged on the cop's outfit. Intense pain eased through the suit, and Doughnut grunted before getting back up. The intensity of the attacks also left filth and scratches on his biohazard suit and several pieces of armor and arsenal to the ground.
Much to the cop's chagrin, the smoke coating the Wattersons gradually disappeared. They huffed and puffed from the vapor and lifted their heads. Nicole rosed from the ground and growled viciously. Her pupils turned yellow, and her eyeballs became dark orange with a glowing effect. She turned around to see Doughnut in the street and lunged at him. Anais, Richard, Darwin, and Daisy huffed and puffed and witnessed the skirmish happening before them. They each shifted their eyebrows and growled once they ran towards the cop with the feline. The sheriff grunted as he lifted his body and scurried to the left behind fragments of his armor.
Once he puts them and the arsenal back on, Richard barges in and shoves the cop forward. He locked his kneecap and grasped his shoulder. The bunny licked his lips and opened his mouth, pressing his jaws into his face.
The cop shoved his right hand inside the mouth and immediately snatched the hare's tongue. He took out a taser from his strap and thrust the gadget on his tongue. Galvanic shocks coated the bunny's body as a scream came out of his jaws.
"AAAAAHHHHH! TASTE PAINFUL!" Richard cried as the cop shoved his shield at the rabbit, causing him to fall on the floor.
"I advise thinking before you eat!" Doughnut replied until Nicole jumped forward and slashed his suit. The cop grasped her claws and kicked her thighs. The feline bent over as the pain consumed her leg. She grunted before Donut shoved his fist on the latter's face and used both hands to grasp her head. He pushed the cat to the ground and used his palms to pound her skull. Anais, Daisy, and Darwin jumped toward the cop, with the fish turning the rod upside down and unleashing a galvanic blast. The sheriff bent down, dodging the attack, and grasped the fish's arm. He lifted his arms in the air and swung him towards the floor.
When Anais and Daisy recovered, the officer angled his arms and launched his leg on their torsos. The duo was kicked and rolled across the floor. As the pair struggled further, the triad discharged their rods and fired their electric shocks at Doughnut. The bolts encircled the donut's arms and torso. The electricity ascended and enveloped the cop's body. His legs began shaking back and forth while the vacuum burst sounds of its exterior. Noises heard within the device as the cop convulsed his body frantically, as the circuits nearly burned his outfit and supplies. A scream erupted out of the cop's mouth.
The wind picked up, and the cop witnessed the three extend their arms forward and expand his coated hands. Before they tried to injure Doughnut further as he screeched in pain and the family recuperating from prior hits, suddenly, multiple darts swiftly emerged, and the needles attached themselves to the infected assembly. As he huffed and puffed, Doughnut Sherriff brought out the dart gun. He pulled the trigger as darts blasted out of the firearm to the victims' skins.
Each liquid within the tranquilizers proceeded into the bloodstream. The sedatives caused the infected to halt in the middle of their squirming. From a distance, more additional darts fasten on their backs. The Wattersons, Daisy, and the bodyguards watched as their bodies began sluggish mid-stop. And several of their limbs were shaken drastically before their stop.
Their eyesight shifted radically as blurs and stars appeared in front of them. When the bodyguards tried to discharge their wands again, their arms dropped to the ground. They slowly closed their eyes as their bodies stopped moving further. They slowly closed their eyes as their bodies stopped moving further. The pressure within their legs slowly shortens, and they all flow on their chests.
"Guys...I can't move." Anais uttered.
"Me neither..." Darwin stuttered before dropping to the floor.
Some citizens couldn't believe it. Their bodies started to tremble and fall on their backs before getting back up. Sighs of relief occurred through most of them. Others rose rapidly and resumed packing their materials.
Once the bodies fell to the ground, the Sherriff took out shackles and dashed toward the group. The wind blew in the area, and the vapor that coated the group slowly disappeared. One by one, His heart started racing in the rhythm as the cop took the arms from the infested and cuffed them up. He lifted his head upwards and looked left and right. As if Vladus figured that something was wrong from the start. When he finished cuffing the last host, he heard a sound coming from a distance. He removed his hand from the gun and grabbed the wand behind his back.
Vladus aroused in the air and glimpsed around the region below him. In a flash, a figure at the depths caught his attention. As he looked down, a familiar figure was scurrying within the shadows of the intersections. A sickening grin appeared on his face, and he teleported again.
Within the intersections, Coffee crouched downward and instantly scurried across the alleyway. Moving quickly along the route, the officer moved forward and stood away from the cans, rumbles, and crumbs, as she expected the sound in the shadows to be disturbing. After a few seconds, Coffee saw the street but stopped halfway.
Vast sounds of flesh resounded from a few blocks ahead of her. Broken glass is scattered all over various properties, and droplets of the virus are spewing out within backyards. Parts of fences that once stood are missing in some places. Families, neighbors, and other beings rushed towards each other and united in sensual passion. The experience caused the officer to squint her eyes, covering them rapidly. Suddenly, a strange impulse grew within her as her cheeks started burning. Multifarious thoughts of lovemaking came across her mind as sounds of the event roamed through. The cop bent on her legs as she placed her fists on her head.
'Snap out of it! Snap out of it! I need to focus on the mission! UGH!' Coffee thought as the enticement of the actions nearly consumed her. Trying as she could, the officer tightened her lips and rose her legs upward. She stood and strode back from the region. As she went back to the alleyway and removed her palms from her crown, another opening caught her eye. A pair of recycling and trash bins stood by each house. Nearby the objects are brick walls and bushes attached to a walkable path.
Sounds of pain and fire blasted across the street, and Coffee crouched down and slowly approached the corner. She placed her hand on the fence and leaned on her right. The cop looked upward and saw the event. A massive gas cloud covered the entire assemblage, and the infected struggled to find a footing. A flash appeared before her, and she watched her boyfriend facing the infested group. A slight grin appeared on the cup's face as she took out the tranquilizer gun and adjusted the scope attached.
"Good work, Doughnut!' She thought as the policewoman put her eye on the scope and targeted the perpetrators. The gas blanketed the infected, and the officer pulled back before attempting to shoot. As the fog cleared further, the anatomies of the infected emerged in her scope, and she pulled the trigger.
Coffee's smile slowly disappears as she looks around as her boyfriend cuffed the infected. As she gazes, the officer couldn't see the elderly phantom anywhere. Her body began to tremble, and her pupils shrunk. As she placed the gun down and advanced to her belt, a sound emerged behind her. She turned around and saw Vladus appear before her. A scream bellows across the street as if Doughnut noticed the ghost's whereabouts.
"Hello, Coffee." He spoke viciously.
A scream bellows across the street as if Doughnut noticed the ghost's whereabouts.
"COFFEE, BEHIND YOU!" The Sherriff screamed at the top of his lungs.
He twisted his body, and jolted toward his girlfriend. As the wind picked up, the environment turned dark and green illumination coasted the officer. The Sherriff widens his eyes as he witnesses the duo in the shadows. Sweat attached to Coffee's head began to drop further as the cop's body quivered expectedly and dashed out of the section. Vladus swiftly transformed and lunged toward the officer, and the latter lifted her legs rapidly. His hands spread out and become claws, reaching for the policewoman on the street. Doughnut tried the press the regulator on the baton. No electric shocks came out. He looked over the vacuum and saw the circuits and radar going haywire. He switched the gadget off, as he figured the attack earlier must jack up the systems. The donut's heart raced further as witnessed the ghost trying to touch Coffee.
Vladus then teleported again, causing Coffee Cop to look around with widened eyes and lean pupils. Out of nowhere, the ghost whacked the cop towards another fence with his tail. It resulted in her crashing into the yard. He watched as the phantom instantly scoured through the rubble and spotted the nearly unconsciously policewoman on the ground. Doughnut's hand shook as sweat dropped from his head. As his eyebrows rose, he advanced for the rod attached. He halted at first due to the damages but exhaled as he turned the switch and pressed another button.
The blusters pop up as it turns on. Some trajectories still popped but were less severe than beforehand. The cop ran towards the ghost and grasped the trigger. A massive vacuum busted out of the rod, preventing the elderly phantom from possessing his girlfriend. Unfortunately, it abruptly ceased that stopped the absorbing, which caused him to turn his gaze. His eyebrows narrow, jaws clenched, claws tighten up, and steam cast out from his aura.
"I don't want to fight you, Vladus! I'm just doing this for the people's sake!" The sheriff shouted as the phantom.
"People's sake? Then how do you explain the failure of finding my daughter when I managed to reunite with her successfully?" He spoke while inhaling and exhaling a rainbowish scent from his mouth.
"That's because of the disease from the being who did this to you! And for us, we have to focus on one crime at a time! As our cases can't face rushed development!" The officer continued before the ghost lunged himself at the beignet. Sparks emerged on the baton. They short circulated as the sheriff jumped to the left, dodging the grasp attack the ghost used.
Back to Coffee Cop, the damage the spirit committed onto her left several pain attached to her boy. She ascended from the soil, still lurching from the previous attack. The cup glanced upon herself and noticed the virus affixed to her outfit. It slowly locomoted and slithered onto her body. She gasped and shook her body, taking a piece of wood from the fence to remove the massive chunk as if it employing tongs. The fungus fell to the floor, and droplets followed as the policewoman content to cleanse herself. After dropping the wood, she reached for her pocket and took out a rag she used to wipe the blood earlier. At a rapid pace, she wiped the rest of the ooze off of her body and threw it in the trash can nearby.
The policewoman glimpsed the pastry and ghoul in the background, nearby the houses. She picked up her legs and arms and immediately jolted herself to the duo. Vladus teleported as Doughnut blasted the lightning in certain sections of the area. Fences broke, and the environment surrounding the two altered into static. Doughnut Cop jumped over as holes appeared from the ground and ooze-coated punches left destroyed terrain. Mr. Lokowitchki slashes his claws onto the cop, leaving more cracks on his outfit. The cop unleashed his electricity and grasped the ghost.
He swung his arms down and threw him against the street, leaving a cracked hole as pieces of the streets flare out. The voltaic power fades out expectedly, and the phantom grasped the sheriff on the chest and lifted him in the air. The ghost shoved his hands together and used a ground pound, thrusting the beignet to the floor below. The cop landed within a garden, which destroyed several flowers, tools, and manure. A pack of dirt was flung out of the area while upsetting the nearby resident. The citizens gasped in horror as they watched the police officer face the casualties.
Soil coated his entire body, and pieces of grass fell on the officer's vacuum. As he huffed and puffed, the cop instantly shoved his arms and legs out of the ground, which caused the latter to stop the pulling for a second. Pain rose within his body, and slowly he lifted his left leg forward and right leg afterward. The Sherriff glanced up to see Vladus hovering down towards him. His pupils shrunken, and jaws dropped before a bolt of lightning came out from the street.
Coffee swung her wand, and Vladus instantly was tossed into the air. She swang her arms back and forth, lunged the ghosts into the street, and left cracks on the ground. Doughnut staggeringly crawled out from the hole and used a wipe to clean himself. After throwing the cloth into the trash, he advanced for his belt and brought out his dart gun, loading it with the special darts. The beignet peeked his eye through the scope and fired the pellet. It barges within the ghost's forehead and halts him mid-stop.
The electricity streamed towards the ghost, and the energy strapped him instantly. The cincture leaching on the phantom's body caused him to stop grasping for the coffee cup and lunged himself backward. He shook his body back and forth as he used his arms to pull back the electric wrap. The straps enveloped his body in a cocoon-like state and contained the ghost from touching the policewoman. The illumination behind himself slowly disappeared, and the environment turned back to normal.
Vladus roared as he morphed back to his previous stare, still struggling to free himself from the captivity. Donut's eyebrows shifted downward as a bolt glow appeared on his lens, and his eyes grew red marks expectedly. As she managed to reach the donut's whereabouts, Coffee bent down on her knees and huffed and puffed. As Doughnut Sherriff took out his dart gun, the feminine officer lifted herself next to the sheriff and fired a bolt towards the phantom.
With the bolts strapping to Vladus, both cops pointed at the phantom and fired the darts. As the darts fasten to the ghost, they suddenly inject within him. The darts presently bright up until they morphed into a blast-like substance.
Bursts of green mists squirm all over the ghost's anatomy and render the infected host frozen. The phantom rosed his eyebrows upward and looked down upon himself. Grunts and screaming burst out of his mouth. The officer raised their eyebrows as they stood what the projectiles do to their captive. Once they shut off the wands, they watched as Vladus leaned on his left and dropped his arms. His eyes drooped, and his hands lessened their grip. He slowly plunged to the ground and landed on the sidewalk. Several townspeople opened the doors and looked from the front yards.
"W-whoa! T-t-that's what the d-d-darts do?!" Doughnut asked stutteringly the coffee cup as he pulled out the glowing shackles and shoved them into Vladus's arms. His legs stumbled, and he used his hand to lift himself from the floor.
"I am shocked as you are, but for now, we succeeded. Let's finish our mission and get the crowd out of here." Coffee Cop responded as she wiped her mask with her fist and grasped the Donut Cop with her arms.
"You okay?" The policewoman asked.
"Y-y-yeah. I just got a troublesome gadget, filth, and pain all over my body. Those armed men got the better of me and nearly tore up my systems." Doughnut sighed as his face turned red, trying to regain his footing.
Suddenly, their radios started shaking and causing radio sounds. Coffee Cop grasped her and pressed a button attached to it. A formidable yet concerned voice and stern yet warm voice burst out of the tool.
"Doughnut, Coffee! Do you read me?"
"Loud and clear, Hamburger and Soda! We're recently settled the infested Wattersons, Vladus, and armed men and just about to round the citizens! Sherriff and I faced injuries in the aftermath!" The policewoman reported.
"We've seen! We are not that far away from your position! And I advise relocating them now! Incoming!" Soda Cop answered as sirens blared within the background. These words caused the couple to spring.
Before the cops attempted to engage, the area began to rumble. They halted for a moment, with each of them widening their eyes and shirking her pupils. Each officer twisted their heads frantically, while the citizens too felt the experience. The duo witnessed the previously infected seeing the rest of the citizens. Some humans stopped procreating, and devilish smiles starter to appear on their faces.
The trembling rises further as certain beings scamper across the street rapidly. Both Doughnut and Coffee dropped their jaws and heard bone-crushing noises nearby. They looked around to see what initiated it, only to gasp as they witnessed the darts coming off the infested. Each dart fell to the ground as their anatomies have shaken.
In seconds, illumination burst out of their eyes and began to sizzle unexpectedly. Vibrations appeared within their bodies, and abnormal noises surfaced. The cops glanced below as they heard the noise coming from the bodies. They watched as their limbs slowly progressed. The virus spread out of their mouths as if running water came out from a pipe. Nicole's lifted her arms and legs from the ground while Richard raised his head and torso. Anais's ears rose in the air, Darwin's arm raised upward and reached for his wind, and the triad awoken from their unconsciousness. And to further the horror, Vladus awakened from his detriment and floated off the sidewalk nearby.
Each primary color of the infected slowly morphed and darkened. Nicole's blue has slightly blackened, while Richard and Anais's pink suffer the same. Darwin's orange scale has altered in a light shade, and Vladus's white has dimmed to a lighter gray. Even the triad's armor and skin changed alongside the process. The chief and the cronies' black, blue, white, grey, and tan fur altered. The limbs slowly expanded as they grew longer and thicker.
"W-w-what's happening to them?!" Doughnut shrieked.
"I don't know, but we need to move! And hurry!" Coffee shouted as the couple took out a flash grenade from their belts. Both cops waved her hand into the air and threw a flashbang at the group. The bombs anchored on the floor, and a monumental white flash coated the entire region. The civilians quickly used her hands to shut their eyes and preclude themselves from getting overwhelmed by the combustion. The masses of infected people covered their eyes as the flash expanded further, and the townspeople finished their packing and headed to their vehicles. Engines roared throughout the streets as many entered into their cars drove off. The avenue itself eventually became shortly crowded as several exited the area in a hustle.
"UGH! Not this again." The chief grunted as he closed his eyes from the blast. He immediately placed his hands on the floor to lift his torso and helped his companions.
The couple instantly turned around and jolted along to their car. As they advanced, Nicole floundered to remove herself from the ground. She glimpsed the partners running away staggeringly, and she shoved her claw instantly within the beignet's leg. Her hails jagged into the pastry's flesh, and fluids popped out from his limb. He screamed at the top of his lungs, and Coffee looked down to see the feline's claws injected in his leg. Before the policewoman shoved herself into the motherly cat, the Doughnut grasped her shoulders and threw her across the street.
"Doughnut, no!" Coffee screamed as she looked away with tears in her eyes.
"Go, Coffee! Save yourself!" The Sherriff shouted as the virus within his leg started advanced upward in his body.
The feline lifted her left claw and shoved it on the sheriff's head. As faint tears rolled through her eyes, Coffee Cop huffed and puffed as her heart raced. When she reached for the car, she opened the door and landed on the driver's seat. She looked up and saw the infested feline and her boyfriend on the ground in front of her. An ache has grown within her, and tears flow from her eyes further. She pressed her right hand on her mouth and sniffed laboriously.
Nicole grunted as she shoved the police officer to the ground and slashed his entire suit. She pulled her arms in opposite directions, and the shackles split instantly. Tears, straps, and armor flow in the air as the screaming changes into passionate pleasure. The virus splattered out of his maw, and his eyes morphed to a rainbowish tint. He shoved his torso into the cat and wrapped his arms around her. All the scratches, blisters, and blood attached to the pastry instantaneously disappeared and healed.
"Alright, Doughnut. Care to fill me up with your jelly?" She asked lustfully.
"Yes, ma'am!"
"Hey, wait! Can I join too?! And perhaps unlock these things?" Richard shouted as he leaped from the ground and headed toward the two.
As the lustful trio united, the fish scurried to the elder. He lifted his baton and placed it in front of the cuffs. A galvanic blast burst from the rod and shot the shackles. He grunted as the fish lifted his arm in the air and pulled the cuffs. A crack appeared on the restraints, and the lightning shattered the glowing chains.
'YOU BITCH!' Coffee Cop shouted in her mind as she grunted her teeth. Presently, the flash from the background eventually faded. She noticed more infested people coming into her sight. She jabbed her foot on the brake and drove backward.
Declining to facilitate their decampment, Nicole, Doughnut, guards, and the youths stopped their propagating and speedily raced towards the townspeople. Richard and the other families merely enjoy their beguilement in the meantime.
As they left with the noncombatants, Nicole formulated a bright idea of onslaught and snapped her fingers. This shockwave almost penetrated the driving and made the cop grasp her seatbelt tightly. The outcome of the aftershock made nearby automobiles shack intensely, prompting some of the drivers to inherit motion sickness and instantly lose track of driving carefully; as a result of proceeding a devastating traffic jam. The experience causes Hamburger and Soda Cops to suspend driving as the situation degenerates.
"Where do you think you're going?!" The infested feline roared at the motorists. "We're only beginning spreading our pleasant intimacy to everyone!"
Despite several residents bypass it albeit momentarily, this gives the ravages a better chance to strike and ransack the vehicles. The officer landed nearby a fence, leaving behind shattered wood in the result. Facing injuries, the coffee lady perceived her sweetheart morphed into a host. She cursed himself that she didn't save Doughnut Cop in time. Witnessing the occurrence is getting more tumultuous after recovering from the attack, the Coffee Cop drove rearward from the infestation to obtain a clearing from the recent aftershock.
Unfortunately, her struggle was noticed by the infected. The Elmore students ravenously attacked the vehicle in a lust-filled rage, leaving behind cracks on the windshields. Even the Doughnut Sheriff himself joined along the turmoil as he and the schoolmates tried to infested the officer inside.
The cop wielded her weapon and blasted the hosts with the electricity activated. The zaps forced them to amputate their limbs from the windows. Withstanding the attacks, Coffee resumed driving before she noticed the damage she implanted on the hosts didn't even lay too much a scratch on them. With crushed glass attached, some of their scratches instantly regenerated. Similar to what happened to the previous group earlier.
'What the hell?! Their limbs have recovered from the attacks of my baton and the shattered glass! I reckon I entailed more willpower at my disposal, with support at will! Come to think of it, where are they?'
As she drove around and slammed the throttle forward, the cop advanced to the intersection of the street. Once she proceeded further, many cars blockaded the roadway as she spotted two other police cars in the backdrop. She stopped and shoved her fist on the wheel.
"Commissioner, the guys and I are struggling in a traffic jam! And Doughnut has fallen to the virus!" The officer alerted the bucket, terrified of the outcome if she couldn't get out of there.
"Don't worry! I've heard the entire catastrophe from here! But while we're contacting the mayor and general to send special forces along the way, you must assist the homeowners to escape the predicament. The rest and I will alert the remains of the town as we rendezvous to the secure location. Watch out for the infected!"
The commissioner countered, beginning to prepare himself from within his office and calling the militia.
"Yes, sir!" The cop retorted, fetching an air horn from the car. Before she could move, she reattached the baton to the vacuum. Rapidly, the sentient drink drove away from the destruction. She searched for a more withdrawn spot to gather the townspeople without getting detected. She speedily advanced to an area nearby the street and parked right next to the sidewalk, circumventing the traffic jam. With the air-horn at hand, he brought himself out of the vehicle and instantly put on the device too high. The coffee cup cleared her throat and communicated towards the cornet at ease.
"Attention all Elmore City inhabitants in this block!" The Coffee Cop shouted on the air horn. The shout received the deliberation from the frightened townspeople. "The police department and I are formulating ourselves for a strafe at hand; with the commissioner has ventured a call from authorized assistance. So everyone elevates your materials for deportation, and stay out of the infesters' sights!"
In a massive hurry, each citizen listens to the police officer and headed to their homes for deportation. To help with the traffic snarl-up, the cop gotten inside of her vehicle and retrieve a whistle, beginning to help out those stuck the situation. She stood on his left next to the street and use her hands to deliver signals to the vehicle, showing the directions to another street nearby.
These signals managed to get the drivers to drive safely and head towards another street to resist the infestation. Now that she got the local townspeople on high alert and cleared up the congestion in a matter of seconds, the coffee cop promptly drove back to the local area where most of the infestation spread, hearing blood cries in the result. She retrieved a telescope and saw that several residents from the street she, fortunately, escaped from have problems combating the hosts within their vehicles, prompting him to rescue as she's looking forward to enabling their chances of escape with the others.
One of the vehicles she noticed was an ice cream truck, and from inside, a familiar polygon man endeavoring to escape the outbreak, only for him to be overwhelmed in the process. The latter closed the windows instantly as the infested tried to barge the doors. This revelation has assembled the sentient drink to attach more body armor over her hazard suit. She placed silver armor pieces on her shoulders and patches on her knees and elbows. In case she experienced a considerably more dreadful fate than getting hurt.
Suddenly, she witnessed the patrol cars driving nearby her at an accelerated speed, bringing a sense of relief in the result. Each revealed to be not just regular police cars. The vehicles are immense and longer than the cars themselves. They're black grey with blue-and-red lights attached to the top. The automobiles have multiple windows, white and oranges lights, and initials "sentinel" on the motor.
"About time you guys got here! Even with body armor and hazard suits, I cannot secure the individuals by myself!" The officer contacted to her communicator, grateful that he got back-up for the scenario.
"Don't worry, Coffee! We arrived at the demolition just in time; we got enough weapons that'll barricade us until the folks escape!" The sentient soda can reply, feeling ready to face off the infested as he cocks his rifle.
"We should be careful, though. Regardless of munition, the multitude of us must require open-mindedness about the circumstances." The Hamburger notified; afraid that their utilization of the artilleries would harm the innocent civilians in uncertain ways.
"As much I agree that hurting lives with authorized weapons is uncertain, thousands of lives are at stake here! Our orders are to assist Coffee while the townspeople escape, so any easier alternatives?" The Soda Cop asked, wondering if his partner inherited a better idea of an attack.
"Granted, I delivered more sleep darts, spare hazmat suits, flash grenades, medical kit, and 500-volt shotgun bullets for this emergency; just in case our boss set up containment cells for the hosts later on." The hamburger cop illustrated.
"While appreciating your safety measures, let's focus on the main task here," Coffee Cop responded as driven alongside the vans. "On this account, I witnessed that simple using stun weapons and our vacuums aren't enough to bring the costs down; since even glass pieces didn't bother them and myself not exploiting my full strength."
"Considering the fact we live in a society where much of anything can happen, having durability and inheriting viruses isn't unusual." The Soda Cop retorted. "But for now, let's cut out the exposition and just take these guys down!"
Several miles away from civilization...
Miles away from town, a military base stood out in the hot sun. Soldiers march throughout the land, standing tall for their sergeants. Every officer is highly diverse in terms of species. Mammals, avians, mechs, reptiles, rainbowlasses, amphibians, plants, bugs, magicians, objects, arachnids, humans, and others. Throughout marching, chants screamed from their mouths. Each vehicle nearby settled to their positions. Engines roared across the environment, with many driving across the massive driveway. Within the base, professionals roam around the path with an assembly of guards nearby. Each veteran is content with their roles, keeping the station operational for whatever happens.
Within a massive office lies a substantial yet aged German shepherd general. He bears a black nose, golden fur with black tips, and multitudes of gray-white hairs on his head. The canine bears a white shirt with a green tie and pants. Next to him were medals, weapons, flags, and pictures on the wall. One of them has himself and Elmore City's mayor supporting each other in the alien attack. On his main table lies pictures of his family with a statute attached to the table that says "Pastor Callahan."
On his computer, the canine estimates the taxes for the base and settles up money to pay for them. Once he finished, the dog instantly listed the recently purchased arsenal. Nearby the tab on the screen is a list of dead soldiers throughout the years, including the forenamed event. An immense, deep sigh came out of his jaws. He shifted his eyebrows and sealed his eyes with an ache extending within him. His hair advances into the air expectedly. He felt guilty before as he remembered watching his combatants getting tangled by the alien colony's woes and occurrences before that.
Shots fired, screams, and death blows roamed through his head. Multitudes of houses crashed and burned, with vehicles blasted and exploded. Townspeople transcended through the graveyards of each soldier that passed on with tears. Children hugged their mothers and fathers as they watched their loved ones buried. Children hugged their mothers and fathers as they watched their loved ones buried. A glimpse of an event appeared in the general's mind as his hand appeared and placed itself on a sobbing teenager.
The general placed his fingers on his forehead. With all the crazy events the town prohibited over the years, he considered it best to acquire the best arsenal. The general understood their families' reactions to their sacrifices. Because if his family was involved in situations like that, the latter has a right to be outraged. Not to mention the aftermath of said battles left many homeless. But alas, he cannot change the past.
A knock rapidly heard across the room. The general opened his eyes and raised his head.
"It's open!" He bellowed.
The door opens itself, revealing an aged lieutenant general. The officer is shorter and thicker than the general and bears a tan-and-black scale color scheme. He wore a green, beige, light green, and white camouflage coat and pants. The skin is scaly and chunky. The eye is jet-black, the tail is large, and the claws are white. His body shakes instantly, huffing and puffing, and the lizard cautious yet severe eyes of the information.
"State your business, Lieutenant Jacob." The shepherd spoke.
"Sir, we got numerous calls coming from the control room. Computer professionals would like to speak to you."
"Request granted. I'll be right there."
Once the Gila monster leaves, the general preserve his resources and shuts his desktop. He rosed up from the chair and shoved his chair into the desk. Preparing himself for the outcome, the general received his hat and coat.
Inside the control room, one of the professionals received calls from the commissioner, mayor, and citizens. Futuristic-style computers stood across the floor in separate sections, with radar screens appearing on the walls. In the middle lies a large table with a medium-sized table with a hologram resembling the Earth. A multitude of soldiers monitoring the network systems, trying to assemble enough scenery to identify the situation. Each one press buttons at a fast pace, activating the projection screen nearby. Images of the Elmore City flashed within the screen, with several citizens getting infested.
Twin doors open from further open automatically, and two figures headed for the machines below. Curious about what he witnessed, the general walked to the professional nearby.
"What's going on?" He asked the specialists.
"The metropolis is under attack by an infestation!" One of the machinists registered.
"And we received calls from the citizens, sir!" Another declared.
"When did this situation started?" The general suggested.
"Moments ago, sir. We acquired from the town's commissioner and mayor to permitted to use the sanctuary." The technician stated as two images of the Mayor and Chicken Bucket emerged on the screen.
"Show me the situation first." The canine commanded, resulting in the operators to exhibit the outbreak. Each one press buttons at a fast pace, activating the projection screen nearby. Images of the Elmore City flashed within the screen, with several citizens getting infested. The infected Wattersons, students, cops, neighbors, and townspeople each took every available citizen to consume the virus one by one. Blood spilled across the ground to those that tried to defend themselves and escape.
Watching this, both general and lieutenant expressed change from stern to awe. Throughout the control room, some of the engineers groaned in repugnance after seeing what's happening. Observing the disaster, the general felt an unsettling pain in his stomach. His eyes widened in shock and shrunken his pupils. The Gila monster nearby him attempted to vomit but kept himself together in the matter.
"Good lord..." The lizard responded disgustingly.
One of the engineers tapped his fingers on the keyboard rapidly. Massive satellite circuits started working and moved toward the left. The technology is employed to zoom in and detect what the sludge is. DNA signatures appeared on the screen and revealed the essence is unknown.
"What is that?!" The veteran asked.
"From what we gathered, this enigmatic disease is forcing the residents to engage in an intercourse-inspired spiral." The general concluded. "I grieve for the people. Nevertheless, round up the brigades and send the surveillance officers! And contact the shelter! We must observe the situation and assist the citizens before anything gets worse."
"Yes, sir!" The Lieutenant responded as he ran out of the office, heading to the soldiers and revealing the situation.
Back to the Fitzgeralds house...
In the backyard, both Fitzgerald sisters pulled out empty soda cans. They each placed them on a box in the middle of the lawn. The youngest peanut ran across the yard to hide behind the patio door. She peeped by the window and placed her face against the screen. Thus, the fairy flew to the fence and morphed into a mouse.
The feline immediately strode forward to the stack and thrust the rod in front of them. As he gripped the trigger, a voltaic blot blasted out of the baton and grasped the cans. He lifted his arm in the air, and the cans followed. Within the house, the parents looked up as their raised their eyebrows. Gumball eases his grip, and the cans fall. He griped the know again and grabbed the cans again. He swung around his arms up and down, causing the cans to flow in the air. As if they were acrobats in a circus. Polly jumped up in the air as she clapped repeatedly, and her sister's eye looked at the show.
The parents shifted their eyebrows, and small grins appeared on their faces. The feline pressed a button, and the whip disappeared. The wand changed into a tube, and it erupted a smoke upward. The cans flung in the air, further away from the house. Then, the cat pressed another button, and a massive vacuum sucked up the cans downward. However, some of the items nearby started to shake rapidly. As the wind picked up, the Fitzgeralds suddenly bent themselves from the ground and hid nearby the regions inside the house. Even in the background, a certain tarantula bent down from his web and scrambled within a shadow inside. The feline looked down the after-effects and switched to the electricity. The bolt caught the cans.
Suddenly, the feline fell to the ground and flopped to the floor, causing the can to land on his head. The zap sprouted further and zapped onto a nearby fence. After lifting his head from the ground, the cat loosens the grip and reaches for the switch. He brushed the dirt off his face and shook his head. The couple gasped as the zapped fence fell off. Gumball's face turned red ears dropped in the aftermath.
"Whoops! My bad!" He said as he scratched his head.
"That was a nice show!" Polly shouted as she popped out of the bushes.
"Sure is, despite almost causing the backyard to become a mess and broken a piece of the fence." Penny reposted as she morphed into her previous form and threw the cans to the recycling bin.
"Fair enough. Considered it as preparation at my end." Gumball replied as he took the vacuum off his back and witnessed the radar. He looks closer and sees the green bars. The top is slowly empty, while the rest of the bars haven't changed.
"I swear, those scientists are nuts. And you said earlier about Darwin, Ms. Simian, and bodyguards having one too adds to that dilemma." Patrick sighed as he placed his hand on his forehead.
"Agreed. I can already see them using it to capture civilians. For the teacher, using their power against them, I guess. And I overheard Carrie saying something about using it for...nastier reasons. Ugh." The feline responded as his body quivered and whiskers rose when grabbing the garden tools back to their place.
Suddenly, an alarming scent triggered his whiskers and nose. His fingers stopped moving, and he proceeded his head toward the right, as one eyebrow shifted down and the other upwards. The aroma lingers further, spreading across the air. His nostrils began tingling, causing him to rise above the ground. When they saw the feline reacting, the Fitzgerald sisters sensed an unsettling presence nearby the house.
Penny immediately ran across the backyard and bent herself down. She spread out her arms and wings, which both sets of limbs began to change. The colors of her body changed from gradient yellow & orange to dark violet. Her hands and feet sped out sharp claws, and her body stretched out further.
Forelegs began to develop as the wings grew further and spewed feathers. As seconds passed, Penny tilted her head to the side. She flew upward towards the sky and twisted her head left and right. Both Gumball and Polly rushed towards the patio door as the Fitzgerald parents developed perplexed faces when the two ran towards the window and pulled the blinds. The ground shook as some items wobbled in the aftermath.
"Guys, you might want to take of look for yourselves," Gumball answered as he stood on the floor glimpsing at the window. Both parents immediately walk towards the two and look up to the window. Each widened their eyes and gazed on the outside. Smoke rising from the distance as its vapor spewing across the air, with noises of screaming and fire shots heard in the event. Judith placed her hands on her mouth and instantly took a couple of steps back. Her heart began to race insufficiently, alongside her body trembling in fear.
Patrick glared in awe of the sight, standing firm. An ache grown within the fatherly peanut shifted his eyebrows lowered. He huffed in a hurray and turned his body around, jolting himself from the living room to the bedroom. He accumulated his keys, shoved his hands to the closet, and pulled out containers. Patrick gritted his teeth and clutched his fists as he opened a lid and placed his palms inside.
A pair of armed gloves arise from the case, and Patrick puts them on. He then brought out a belt with a pouch attached and strapped it around his waist. The father carried himself off the floor and regained his phone from the wardrobe, employing his index finger to dial a number rapidly. Ringing in heard across the room until it stopped. As if someone retrieved the call at last.
"Excuse me? I'm requesting for opening our evacuation spot."
"How bad is the situation, Penny?" The feline questioned as the fairy shifted back to her earliest form and landed on the ground.
"Horrible! The people in that section of the town are running amok with the virus! And I witnessed not just your family, but our classmates, and neighbors too!"
"Oh my goodness!" Judith screamed as she placed her hands on her mouth.
Suddenly, Patrick came out of the bedrooms and carried large boxes to the car. He placed them off the ground and used the key to activate the garage. Once the latch opened, the fatherly peanut held the containers and set them inside.
Afterward, he bought a cache of bullets and injected ammo inside the shotgun and pistol. Attached to his shoulder was the family pet. When his owner opened a lid, Mr. Cuddles hustled on the peanut's arm and injected himself inside one of the containers. A belt emerged from his container, and he strapped it around his waist. It bears pouches, a knife, pepper sprays, tasers, and gloves. The family watched as the parent started to open the driver's seat and injected the key inside.
"Family! Pack your remaining things! We're leaving this neighborhood!" He cried.
And that's the end of this chapter! It's been a while since I have last done the previous chapter. I've been celebrating the holidays and posting art and videos. This chapter is a massive revision of the cops vs. the infected scene, and I rearranged certain words to sound more fluent. All thanks to a Deviantart member that suggest it. And there are more parts of the Abscord coming soon.