ꜰᴇᴀʀꜱ (ᴸᵉᵒⁿ ᴷᵉⁿⁿᵉᵈʸ ˣ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ)

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 3

The chain fell to the floor with a metal sound, and he tore the door open, slammed it shut again with such force that he was briefly afraid that the gals in the door would break out.
But nothing happened.

It was quiet and he took a breath. There was a table behind him, and he supported himself. His breath came in ragged gasps, each inhale a struggle against the terror that still pulsed through his veins. Sweat coated his skin, mingling with the grime and dirt accumulated during his frantic flight. His heart hammered against his ribs like a battering ram, threatening to burst through his chest. Every noise outside the chamber sent shivers down his spine, each creak or shuffle amplified by the silence within. The echoes of his pursuers lingered in his mind, their guttural moans, and shuffling footsteps a haunting reminder of the danger that lurked just outside this small room. He almost died. Like almost.

For the first time he looked around. There was an open locker with an RPD uniform. It's just right for him after that son of a bitch out there tore his clothes to pieces. His pale skin shines through his dark clothes everywhere. He changed quickly and collected all the other items from the room that he found helpful. He no longer felt as confident as before and the sore pain in his shoulder was unbelievable. The blood immediately soaked through the fresh uniform and dripped to the floor.

When will this shit stop bleeding?

"Okay Leon, calm down, you have a hand grenade, a new pistol and ammunition, you can make it in", he assured himself, In the hope that it would do something, just like it had always done something for all of his other colleagues, to whom he always looked up to at that time. He also had seen this in movies, people talking to themselves and it's hyping them up.
But it was no use, he felt rather stupid and naive to say something like that. What the zombie apocalypse does to people, he thought. "Got me talking to myself," he said and stuffed everything he had found into the bags of his new found Uniform. Okay now he had to just go upstairs and find a way into the police department. Just go up. Just dodge the Zombies like you did before.

He took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and pulled the safety pin of the hand grenade. He threw and ran up the stairs as quickly as he could. The hand grenade will scatter. Hand grenades of this model normally have a fragmentation function, and if he were to stand there just a meter away, he would have a million fragments stuck in his body from head to toe, and that would really hurt. In the small room, he also found a key with an eagle pendant. He hoped this would help. When he reached the top, he ran through a narrowing and finally found himself in front of an iron door. That must be it, that was the lock, his ticket to safety.