Dead Love

Death Plan

The large group of zombie units looked ahead with panic and confusion. No one knew how to react to the sudden burst of officers at first, but the units all eventually scampered to the back of the warehouse. They stared wildly at the humans.

"What's happening?" someone hissed from Emmit's side.

He was too dazed and frightened to fully comprehend the situation and the danger he'd put all the units in. All he could think was, what have I done?

"Put your hands up where we can see them!" an officer ordered loudly, with a gun gripped so tightly in his hands his knuckles went white. The officers looked from the four unit doctors to the zombies behind, eyes scanning and calculating, yet glazed with confusion. They deemed it a Halloween prank. That was the only reasonable explanation.

The human doctors all stepped forward, looking calm. "Officers," Dr. Moore greeted with a smile. "Is there a problem?" The former ghoul leader took a step forward.

An officer pointed his gun at Dr. Moore's forehead. "Not a step further. Hands where I can them." When Dr. Moore didn't comply, the cop cocked his gun. "Now!"

A bead of sweat rolled down the officer's forehead. All the doctors sensed his anxiety, and simultaneously smirked. The officer swallowed, but continued eyeing them with a stern expression. He refused to be intimidated. Emmit could hear the man's heart palpitating loudly from across the warehouse.

Dr. Moore's condescending expression didn't falter; his smirk only widened as he watched the officer's hands twitch slightly in trepidation. He took slow strides closer to the officer.

"Stay where you are!" the officer barked, his face shaking in fury. Dr. Moore remained calm. The officer's heart drummed in his ears. There was something worrying about the group that gave him an uneasy sensation.

Once stood before the officer with a gun pointed at him, Dr. Moore raised his hand, gripped the gun and bent the metal nose down easily. The officer pulled the trigger the same time Dr. Moore gripped his weapon and now a loud gun shot filled the air and a bullet was in the ground. The officer looked at his mutilated gun in disbelief. His eyes slowly made way back to the frightening Dr. and he swallowed.

"H-how," the officer stuttered, taking an unconscious step back. The officer quickly came out of his daze and his head snapped toward the rest of his men with their guns locked and loaded. "Men, take aim!"

Before the officers had time to respond, Dr. Moore had a clean grasp of the leading officer's neck. He chucked the man to the other side of the warehouse, causing him to land hard on his front side and groan. A searing pain jolted through the officer's head as he rolled to his side. He slowly placed a hand to his skull and felt the warm stickiness of blood. 

By this time, bullets were flying. Screams and gun powder mixed with the frigid air. The units had joined their doctors in battling off the officers. Emmit stood still, watching the entire event play before him like a movie. He was in shock. He had zero control of what was happening, yet he was the cause of it. 

All officers and dogs were down within minutes, nothing but their remnants were strewn across the concrete floor. The aroma of spilt blood penetrated the chilly, October air like perfume. The smell of victory amongst the units was stronger. Zombies high-fived one another, while the Doctors had an opposite reaction.

"This is ridiculous!" Dr. Vermin screamed. Everyone's head snapped toward him, but his blood shot  eyes were trained dangerously on Emmit. He pointed a shaking finger. "You!" he blamed. Emmit just stared at him. "This is your doing! You stupid, ignoramus!" Vermin was walking quickly toward Emmit now.