Godead

III

As her car sped through the streets, a pair of eyes peered out through a window. The man shook his head, watching as the vehicle passed the house.

"This is crazy. Even the cops have gone nuts," a man with glasses said.

"It's best if we stay inside. We're safer in here," a woman in a blue dress replied. The man shook his head.

"I'm not so sure about that, Linda. What if they break the door? Maybe we should make a run for the car," he said. Again, he looked out the window, spotting several zombies wandering the yard.

"Oh, David... I don't know. It sounds dangerous. Besides, we were low on gas last time I checked. I doubt we'd get far."

"Well we have to at least try. There's more and more of those people wandering around by the minute. If we don't go now, I fear we'll lose our chance," David replied.

Linda sighed, reluctantly gathering her things as David did the same. The two then waited for the right moment, opening the front door before making a dash for the car. Upon reaching it, several zombies noticed, groaning as they turned and crept toward them. David and Linda got inside, slamming the doors shut as David put the keys in the ignition. He started up the old brown station wagon, backing out of the driveway while careful not to run over zombies as he swiftly drove into the darkness.

"What the hell is going on here, David?!" Linda asked, worriedly looking around.

"I don't know, honey. But whatever it is, it's serious."

"So? What do we do now?" Linda asked. David paused, looking down at the dashboard.

"...You were right. We're nearly out of gas. We should get to the police station. If anyone sane's left, hopefully they'll be there," he replied, driving through the night toward the station.

Back on the rooftops, Claude stared out at the landscape as Misty dozed off next to him, leaning her head against his left shoulder. He gently looked over to her, smiling as she quietly slept at his side. Just then, a fly buzzed around. Claude leaned back, swatting it as it landed on his arm. He then looked down, a look of confusion on his face.

"What the...?" he said quietly, noticing the insect's blood an odd shade of blue. He shook his head, quickly wiping the remains of the insect off his arm.

"...Mmm... what's wrong...?" Misty asked sleepily.

"Nothing, Misty. Go back to sleep," Claude whispered, Misty resuming her nap soon after.

Claude then stared off at the horizon, struggling to stay awake as his stomach quietly growled. As he contemplated what to do next, the headlights of a car appeared off in the distance. Claude looked ahead, watching as a police car quickly approached. Claude suddenly perked up, rising to his feet as Misty awakened. Claude motioned at the approaching vehicle. As Misty spotted it, she waved as well, the two doing their best to get its attention. As the squad car arrived at the building, it stopped, a young policewoman getting out before shining a flashlight up at them.

"Hey! You still sane?!" the lady exclaimed.

"Yeah! You?!" Claude yelled back from a distance.

"Yes! Or at least... I think so, anyway..."

"Man, are we glad to see you! I thought we were dead for sure!" Claude replied. As the two yelled back and forth, moans suddenly echoed through the night. Zombies started appearing, creeping their way through the streets toward the policewoman's location. "Uh, oh...," Claude said worriedly. The officer looked around, quickly looking back to Claude and Misty.

"Get down here! We need to get out of here! Now!" she said.

"We're on our way! Come on, Misty," Claude said, the two racing across the roof before descending the fire escape. The duo ran as fast as they could, dodging several zombies as they raced toward the young officer. As they reached her vehicle, the three got in the car, burning tires as they quickly drove away.

"Whew! Thanks for the bail back there. You saved our lives!" Claude said.

"It's fine. Are you two alright? You're not hurt, are you?"

"No, I think we're okay," Claude said.

"Y—Yeah. Thanks for saving us," Misty replied nervously.

"It's no problem. I'm glad I could save at least someone, anyway...," the policewoman said.

"What do you mean?" Claude asked.

"I... lost my partner to those... people," she replied somberly.

"Oh, dear... I'm sorry to hear that. Well don't be too hard on yourself. These people seem to have lost their minds, and I'm sure you did all you could. I'm Claude, by the way."

"Officer Blair Nightingale, at your service."

"I see. Nice to meet you, Miss Nightingale."

"Call me Blair."

"Alright, Blair. So where do we go from here?" Claude asked. Blair paused, warily looking around.

"...I don't know. The whole city seems to have gone crazy within just a few hours. We should check back at the precinct. I was able to make radio contact with them, but it cut out just before I found you two," she said, driving through the night toward the police station.