The 0714 Files: File #1 Inferno (Remake 2)

Chapter 9

September 26th, 5:37 P.M CT, The R.P.D.

We're down several officers; several more people have ended up infected too. They were escorted to the cellblocks, where the officers inside still haven't told us how anybody down there is doing.

A man attacked Thomas while he was checking on people in the middle of the night. I'd been asleep at my desk in the west office when it'd happened. Waking to the sounds of yelling through the door and shouting on my radio of a zombie being in the main hall.

They thought at first the man broke, had a nervous breakdown, and was fighting him for no reason. Until he bit some of the people when they tried defending Thomas. Thomas himself was knocked over in the clash, the back of his head caught on the ledge of the stairs when he fell. He was dead before we could even see how bad the wound was: it'd smashed the back of his skull in.

His body is outside now; wrapped in a bloodied white sheet with the infected man lying beside him. I inspected him myself as we did so, one of the women mentioning he was one of the very few who'd actually made it out of the car crash from the first night. He had a bite on his side I found, patched with duct tape he must've put on himself in secret to hide the bleeding.

On top of that, Rita and Marvin went through our supplies. Making the devastating realization that food and medicine are beginning to run out.

Today is another day of being forced to sit and twiddle our thumbs. There's nothing we can do besides patrol the building, tend to those still hurt, or hand out rations. Some of the officers decided to bury the bodies beginning to collect outside, packing the dirt in on at least two graves by this evening.

It's frustrating to be able to do nothing while those things swarm outside the station and we lose people one by one.

Food and medicine are not the worst things we realized. Very evidently today we learned somebody within the station is trying to sabotage us. The radio in Raymond's office was found smashed by Marvin. The damage was impossible to repair, and with the phones finally going out at some point this afternoon. There's no way we can attempt any more communication. Thankfully we still have our personal radios... but that's it. As far as this station goes: we're lost to the outside world.

I'm glad I was able to make that call to the rookie. It seems like it was just in time or else he would've come into this city and...

We're starting to run very low on ammo too. A small horde of zombies somehow broke through the main gate this afternoon. The officers who'd been there when that happened used most of their handgun rounds to fight them off. The group retreated to the Lieutenant in the office, whispering to him that with Irons orders to disperse ammo. None of them have a clue where to look and some of their guns are completely empty. When they tried for what little ammo was locked away in the evidence room until what Irons had scattered was located. They found there that the second and third keys in the keypad terminal have been torn out: they couldn't get into over half the lockers.

I offered what little of the boxes I'd hoarded the first night. Things are getting so desperate I'm afraid we're going to run out.

I couldn't stop thinking about the gate though, somebody had to have opened it. The bar was pushed through to keep it shut and everybody, even the civilians, knows to not touch it. There is no way zombies could get in and yet they did. Somebody had taken the time to open it. Getting more of our people killed, and I have an inkling of who did it.

Marvin tried checking the security camera outside the door. We forgot it broke the previous week and needed to be fixed. There was a nagging feeling in my gut, something that made me jump to the idea maybe Irons did it when nobody was looking. He's the only one in this station we haven't seen in the last two days.