Mrs. Newman will be up again soon, undead this time though. Running on a sole instinct to eat any flesh available. With the sounds of movement in every apartment around me as people collect what they can take and run. Disturbing the active corpse of her husband until she too gets back up. Staying here any longer is too dangerous.
I only have one box of twenty handgun bullets in the bag, another fourteen bullets are in the Glock's clip. One waits patiently in the chamber. Hopefully I can reach the station without using any.
A swear passes my lips in frustration, I wish I'd bought more at Kendo's shop while I had a chance. I wasn't expecting to need more though. If anything, I'd planned to leave these behind as they'd never make it past airline security.
Grabbing the bag and throwing it across my shoulder and torso. I take light steps towards the door next to avoid causing creaks in the wood to not alert the zombie. With the chaos throughout the rest of the building, my footsteps are the least likely to get its attention though.
Aiming the handgun, I delicately turn the round, brass knob of my apartment door before quickly stepping in the hallway—
There's a group of people outside the apartment door already. They duck or shout in surprise to see my gun aimed at them, I quickly holster the weapon in my waistband with my hands up. Not many in the building know me, and vice versa. I pull out my badge then, hurriedly explaining away, "I'm Patricia O'Donnell from the R.P.D. This is my apartment." Their faces mostly change from terror at a gun trained on them to relief.
"We heard a scream..." a woman tells me timidly. Her red hair is in a loose pony tail while she wears a pair of high rise jeans, a tee with some pop company logo I've seen in grocery stores and black toned sneakers with the pants rolled up just past her ankles. She points at the door where a man stands beside it, jiggling the doorknob before ramming it with his shoulder. Fuck.
"Hey, stop that!" I shout at him and he whips around to me with wide eyes.
"We have to get in! Someone was screaming bloody murder in there!" part of me wants to scoff at how unaware he is of how true his words really are.
I step further into the hall, "I'm sure it was nothing. Things are stressful with the evacuation going on. Just go back to your apartment's and get out of here," I feebly lie to make them walk. To get them on their way of fleeing the city with their lives.
The man who was ramming the door shakes his head. "Bullshit, Ma'am. I know these people, and they aren't the type to be screaming like that. Something's wrong in there. You're a cop, aren't you supposed to investigate this kind of stuff?" he argues and the group stares at me incredulously at my rather thoughtless response.
What do I say though? "Don't go in that apartment. The same zombies all of S.T.A.R.S. tried convincing the city exists only to be laughed out of town for are in there!" These people won't understand. They don't know what danger we could all be in if I open that door... "You're right, I'm sorry," the apology escapes before I can think. "I'm going to have to ask you all to head home now though, I'll call in back up and take care of this," I offer the group. One or two of them nod their heads in agreement and head back to their apartments with ease.
"With all due respect, Ma'am. No. I'm staying right here. I want to see that they're okay. They've had me come in a few times when they were out of town to water their plants. They're a pretty old couple." I take in his appearance now, the long blond hair and dark blond beard with a gray beanie plastered with band pins on his head. He's wearing a dirty sweatshirt with sweatpants matching the need for a wash. He has a strong smell to him too, I think it's weed from the few people I've booked with Rita for possession of Marijuana. One of the few slang terms for drugs I've learned the academy actually knows, there were many they didn't though. Something I had to find out the hard way when I didn't recognize well over half of them in my day to day as a cop.
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The 0714 Files: File #1 Inferno (Remake 2)
Horror"I think you're going to learn a lot of things about this city and the people that you won't want to." Madeleine Sówka has spent the last twelve years of her life believing she knows what monsters look like. They are the people who hide in the backg...
