Hell On Earth

Chapter IV: WDCPD(Washington D.C. Police Department)

When we arrived at the WDCPD station, it was like a ghost town. No one was inside, perhaps due to evacuating with their families or trying to suppress the infected, which only halfway works and isn't nearly enough towards solving the problem. Fortunately, we were able to find enough weapons for each of us to carry with as much ammunition as we could possibly carry. In fact, Taylor was able to find riot shields and a riot control suit in which she could fit in and keep.

After an easy load of weapons gathering, we decided to leave. On the way out, towards the back door, we noticed 2 officers kneeling with their guns drawn. In addition, they had bodies in front of them, but each officer seemed upset. We approached the officers because they seemed human, at least uninfected anyway.

"Excuse me, officers," I said. "I'm Eric and the people behind me are my friends. I want to ask you guys if you want to come with our group? We're trying to form a community with people so that we can try to find a way to end this Hell that is upon us."

One of the officers met my eye contact, however, the other officer, who was clearly upset, refused to look.

" We've been down here for a while," spoke the 1st officer. "My name is Oliver Wright, and this is my partner, Aaron."

"It's a great pleasure of meeting you all," my mother said. " I'm sure that together, we can work to cure the infected."

Although many of us trusted the 2 newcomers, Tyson didn't. He'd aggressively shove or nudge them and would have looks of disdain all over his face. Shortly afterward, the group decided to establish camp inside of the police station and slept pretty good into the morning.

When the sun did arise, we packed up our weapons plus whatever we had and decided to continue on the road for several miles. The walks eventually grew easier, but the further we traveled, the more exhaustive it became. All-around as we walked, burning buildings, glass shards, and occasional screaming from people, where all that surrounded us. But then, we arrived at what looked like what's left of a hospital. The weird part about it was the fact that the first floor of the building was completely run down, but the second floor appeared brand new.

When we reached for the door, there was a sign on the front that was made of nailed in and chained boards. The sign read:

 "For those who seek shelter, try the stairs; Infected are directly behind this door and this was the only way we could keep them out".

"Wait a goddamn minute," Taylor said. "The sign says we. Does that mean..."

"It means that there are people inside," Oliver said. " Our people. "

Aaron still refused to talk or say anything, but we didn't really pay him any attention.

"If you had a place to live, people to communicate with," Tyson said. "Then what in the actual fuck are you doing with us?"

Oliver and Aaron first looked at each other, smirked, then immediately pulled guns out each on us.

"Perhaps you retards didn't really think we were helpless did you," Aaron finally spoke. " I was merely shy due to the fact that you wanted to talk to me."

Then, Oliver gave a whistle. Suddenly, people from all sides jumped out of hiding places with their guns ready. In addition, there were also people with knives and other melee weapons.

"It's really a shame to kill each of you," Oliver said. " I realize that I appear helpless and weak, but people have been underestimating me for years. Those 2 bodies you found, were not infected, but rather people who would dare doubt me. I'm the leader of something phenomenal: We are known as Cobraville. We are easily royal, deceptive, and toxic to anyone who dares cross me or anyone!"