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

Chapter 12

September 27th, 11:00 P.M CT, The R.P.D.

Just like I predicted... We lost every single civilian in that attack. And things are beyond falling apart here.

Stephan made it to us, being one of the many that'd gone to the cellblock on that first night. Right about the time we could hear gunshots going off both outside and inside the building. He'd made his way to us, barreling into the main hall through the second floor. Babbling wildly that everyone was dead. Those we'd brought down had turned in their cells and one had managed to attack one of the officers. When they came up here after him, finding the east wing completely overrun with the zombies of officers, and civilians alike. He said they'd grabbed what guns they could from the armory and down to the bullets laying on the floor, reloaded their guns and went on a rampage.

We didn't know what to do except join them in their endeavor at clearing out the east wing to secure it again. Anybody within a block could hear the thundering of our guns. But as soon as the last zombie was dealt with, without a word the same officers that'd split from us in the beginning went back downstairs. Where they climbed into their squad cars, and left the station for who knows where.

At seeing the state of the east wing for ourselves as we cleared it out. Despite the fact it was singlehandedly all our fault for not opening that shutter and helping. Marvin still took the loss heavily. He stepped away into Raymond's office for a little bit where upon me checking. I caught him sitting in that chair, besides the destroyed radio equipment, with tears streaking his cheeks for the first time since this nightmare began. He'd finally been even just the slightest bit broken...

David's started recording everything that's happened so far, when he's not downing his bottle of whiskey and staring at his shotgun in the corner. He's writing a memo I guess, to the unlucky bastard who's unfortunate enough to wander in here in case we're all...

Marvin and I read the reports, he'd gone as far back as that fight night in telling what happened. Reading the events from the 24th to today I came to one conclusion after mulling our predicament over. How our numbers are slowly, but very surely, being worked down to nothing.

We didn't know what to do after the officers from downstairs left. Numbly sticking to the operations room for the night so we were all together at least. Sleeping in the cramped room was a struggle, if you could anyways. Most were too scared with what happened to shut their eyes, and by the time we'd even retreated into there. It was only hours from morning.

When morning came, and with it, actual light. A group began roaming the station for materials to board the windows with, grabbing hammers, and nails from a janitor's closet. The spare wood came from anything they could pry it from, and by the afternoon they'd set to boarding up as many of the west wing windows as they could. Trying to prevent anymore invasions from the outside, like what happened in the east wing.

There were at least twenty of us left in this place, there was roughly six who decided they would patch all the windows. Edith and Paul were two of them, while I, Marvin, and even John were in the main hall trying to figure out if maybe there was a way to escape with one of the vans with a few others standing there. But while our group was busy, another mob of the undead broke through on that side.

The blaring on our radio's startled us, and everyone left inside the building ran straight for the hallway. It was a slaughter inside when we got there, and over twelve were left dead by the time the last zombie was shot down. Edith and Paul being two of them. The assault effectively took all of us down to our final magazines, some didn't even have that anymore.

Marvin wasn't the only one to break. Many became distraught messes afterwards, the sounds of crying never ceased from then on. There are only eight of us left. Eight. Out of a station of almost two hundred men and women. All we could do was pick up where the others had left off and finish boarding up the windows through the long hallway. The few who didn't, carried the bodies outside to immediately bury. Turning the once grassy side yard where you could eat your lunch on the bench they'd sat between trees, into a cemetery.