Seeds Of Hunger

Chapter 12: Goals

"Chief, what happened when we left?" Casey asked Chief Ramirez as he brought him a bottle of water. Casey shut the door and sat beside the Chief, handing him his water. Casey had gotten one for himself as well.

"The Mayor brought in a bus full of wounded civilians to the station shortly after y'all left. Mayor Wilson was attacked by his wife who shortly turned. We had no choice but to take her down. Shortly after that Mayor Wilson turned and you can see the aftermath. The whole department was taken down in a few hours. Some officers managed to escape with survivors but their whereabouts are unknown. I pray that they're still alive." Ramirez opened his water and drank; it was the best bottle of water he ever had. "I put some of the survivors in the jail to keep them safe but some of them turned and started eating each other. We never knew they were injured. I went to look for more survivors in the station but found nothing but zombies. I was coming down from upstairs when I feel down the damned stairs. I dragged my sorry butt here and that's where y'all found me." Ramirez finished his water bottle and crushed it. Casey drank from his absorbing the information.

"How do we know its no airborne, Chief? What if we're infected?" Casey asked, fear entering his voice.

"I don't know, Jack." Ramirez shifted his weight, so his butt wouldn't go to sleep, "The obvious way to be infected is to be scratched or bitten. I've seen the turn rate anywhere from an hour to immediately. If we are infected, then its done, Jack." There, I said it, Ramirez thought. He had the same thoughts going on in his mind as well but couldn't disclose them as easily.

"Yes, sir." Casey stood up and collected the trash. He walked over to the waste basket and dropped them in. He went back to the Chief and helped him up to stretch. Casey then carefully walked Chief Ramirez to the couch in his office and got him settled. "Do you need anything else but we go Chief?" Casey asked, as he switched bandages on his broken leg.

"Just be careful. We might be the only ones left alive in the city. Help any survivors if you run into any. When you get back, we'll plan our escape." Ramirez's eyes fluttered; he was about to pass out.

"Roger that Chief. We'll be back." Casey stood up, grabbed his M4, and shut the door. Ramirez heard his footsteps down the hall as he fell asleep.

"We saw a new kind of zombie. It had like this sucker face and it sucked the guts out of another one until it was dry." Jameson said, as they looked around the armory. "Casey called it a Leech and I guess it fits considering what it does." Jameson and Carter gathered the ammo available into a small pile on the floor.

Carter shivered at the thought of having his insides sucked out. "I ran into this huge monster thing. I never saw anything like it before. It could have easily rip me apart. It tore those infected to pieces." Carter was loading more mags for his Glock as he talked. "I'm glad it didn't see me I don't know if I could've gotten away."

Jameson was loading his magazines for his M4 as they talked as well, "Hell, maybe we can't kill it. Who knows? This whole thing feels unreal." Jameson shook his head as he finished up another magazine.

Carter and Jameson had found more Glocks, shotguns,  an M4 rifle that the armorer was working on, and a hidden gem in the back, an MP5SD5 submachine gun used by the SWAT teams. Carter had received some training with it when he had tried out for the SWAT team a few months ago and fell in love with it, like many trainees. Carter checked the small weapon out and saw that it functioned properly and was recently cleaned and lubed. He found twelve thirty round magazines and a plate carrier vest that held them. He slipped the vest on and it fit perfectly.  The submachine gun, or SMG, had a permanently fixed suppressor attached to the barrel along with a fiberglass stock. The MP5 has a solid reputation around the world for special operations as well as police work. Carter loaded the magazines with the one hundred and fifteen grain hollow point nine millimeter rounds that the department issued. With the suppressor attached, the only thing heard was the brass hitting the floor. Jameson also found some suppressors for the M4s as well and had one attached to his rifle. He test fired the weapon at the indoor range and was satisfied.