Welcome all. Im trying another story again. WAIT DONT RUN! it will not be as bad as Op. Phoenix. I promise. (at least I hope not)
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-Monday June 17th. Ashton New Jersey. 4:00pm.

Officer Dayne Matthews sat in traffic.
He was a cop, was he chasing down suspects? Was he in the middle of a high speed chase? Was he calling for backup has a bank was being robbed?
No, he was sitting in traffic.

"Damn there is no end to this line" Officer Michelle Rodriguez moaned.
He looked over at his partner,23 she was of mexican origin, so she had the dark black hair and dark skin of her heritage.She might have been pretty, even beautiful, if she didnt have a long scar going from just left of her eye down to the middle of her cheek.She had told her new partner that it was from her ex-husband, and it was the reason she had joined the ACPD.

Dayne had joined the ACPD for several reasons, he often spun excuses, but the real reason was he wanted respect.
All through fourth grade and up to highschool he had been picked on for his "nerdeness" He had joined in the hope of gaining not only respect but a sense of being apart of a team.
Now that he had joined he hadn't gained any repsect, just a whole lot of "new guy" remarks, and not all of them nice.

"Finally, I swear traffic around here is the worst of anywhere in the damn world." Rodriguez's accent lifted Dayne out of his reverie.

-This is dispatch to all units:We have a shooting in progress on Rainbow avenue, all units report to fifth avenue ASAP-
The radio blared.

Rodriguez hit the sirens.
The sirens' blare filled Dayne's ears has they exited traffic and started their fifteen minute journey to the scene.
A shooting?
Rainbow avenue was a pretty high up suburb, even had gates to enter it.
Rodriguez pushed the squad car to sixty on a forty-five.

"Uhh...Rodriguez?"
"I know, now shutup rookie."

Shaking his head Dayne watched helplessly has they moved into and out of traffic.

They arrived on the scene in one piece.
Matthews and Michelle got out of the car and surveyed the situation.

Two bodies lay on the ground twitching, one looked female, the other had to be a small child.

"Momma and her baby?" Rodriguez muttered to herself has she went to the officer on scene.
Officer Hamilton stood behind his squadcar, his .44 S&W sidearm drawn.

"Were is the shooter?" Rodriguez asked
"He's hiding inside, I waited 'till backup arrived."
"Did you see the shooting?"
"Nope, but do you see the bodys? that is one sick bastard."
"Ok. Lets see if he's still home"

Matthews drew his gun and prepared to follow them in.

"Not you, Matthews, inspect the bodies and wait for backup, Hamilton and I will go in."

Damn. So much for helping out.
The other two went up to the house and knocked, Hamilton carried a big sledge-like device, it was used to bash open doors.

"POLICE, OPEN UP!"
No answer.
"POLICE, OPEN UP!"
No answer.
"Ok on the count of three" Hamilton whipsered.
He held up his hand and extended one finger.
Two.
Three.
He rammed the door with police-door opener, once, twice, three times.
"What the hell, he must have somthing blocking the door."
"Okay lets go around back."
They proceeded around to a side gate wich they climbed over.Leaving Dayne to inspect the bodies.
The "mom" was middle aged, maybe five-four, she had a bullet wound in her head, chest, and thigh. Closer inspection yeilded heavy, slash marked to the face and chest, also part of her left cheek and her right ear were missing. She was doused in blood.
The "baby" was no better, in fact, she was in a simmaliar condition, a bullet to the head, and slash and scrape marks, probably caused by fingernails.

*WHAPOOM!*
*WHAPOOM!*
*CRACKA-CRACK-CRACK!!*
*CRACK-CRACK*
Silence.
Dayne drew his .9mm Beretta, his sidearm.
He heard shouts from inside.
Then *click*
The front door was being unlocked.
He aimed.
A man in his late twenties stepped out. His hair was a red, framing an almost child-like face he held a Sawed off shotgun.

"PUT THE GUN DOWN NOW!"
Looking suprised the man complied, instantly thrwoing the weapon away from him.
Dayne edged forward, gun still aimed.
"GET ON YOUR KNEES!" he ordered.
"If thats how you like it officer" he smiled at the joke.
"Officer, those two wern't human they-"
*CRACK!*
Rodriguez appeared in the doorway, .9mm raised, smoke coming form the barrel, has the man fell to the grass.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?"
Dayne cursed and ran torwards the man.
He was lying in the grass in shock.
Then he started screaming.


The ambulance left the crime scene, the bodies and killer in tow.
He had ran up to Rodriguez cursing.
"What the hell did you do that for?!"
"HE FIRED AT US, AND HE KILLED TWO INNOCENT PEOPLE!"
"YOU DONT KNOW THAT!"
The punch he had recieved a few seconds later, ended their coversation.
"Get in the car and wait."

He sat fuming.
He didnt say a word on the way to the ACPD, she didnt offer any.
He went to the local bar "The Pub" and only left around two o' clock in the morning.
Fully aware that he had to start work in four hours.
Also fully aware that he had drank enough to kick his own ass in the morning.

This post has been edited by OneoftheLost on February 15, 2005 04:02 am

Cool!

likin

Nice!..

More comments/feedback! I want to know if I should continue.( I will anyway, but im giving the illusion of choice ) well im out. Lata days.

"Rather than giving you the .. illusion of choice, I have taken the opportunity of choosing foor yoouu...."

Continue! I like it very much. Detailed, exciting and a lot of potnetial!

Chapter 2
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She was so beautiful, everything he had ever hoped for-
*click*
-WHY'D YOU LEAVE THE KEYS ON THE TABLE! YOU WANTED TO! I dont think you, trust, in, my, self-righteous, suicide, I cry when angels deserve to...DIE!-

Harsh light accompanied the music, Dayne Matthews cursed and threw his hand in the general direction of the obnoxious alarm clock.His hand found somthing.
A badge? He read the I.D. under the badge.
Im a cop? when did that happen?
(Of course your a cop you moron.)
Sighing he crawled out of bed, or was in the process of, when he hit the floor.
He sighed and looked around his apartment.
It was pretty clean for a single twenty-year old. Pictures lined the top of his dresser, of all his friends (all of them your friends?) ok, and a couple love interests.
His gaze struck a particularly painful picture, the one of his friend Danny.
Danny had been his best(and only) friend up until his freshman year at highschool.
Then Danny had decided to join a gang.
He did pretty well at first, made money,(from stealing) survived several gunfights, he was doing pretty well.
Then he met Danika Jones.
The young man fell in love.
He tried to leave the "North-siders" but they didnt take "no" for an answer, he went to the cops.
The cops didn't do anything, and now Danny was dead, Danika had let slip of his plans to one of her girlfriends, who in turn told a gangmember. Now Danny was six-feet under.

With these happy thoughts he crawled into the shower, his head throbbing, his stomach heaving.
twenty-five minutes of pure, cold, water, and he only threw up once.

Fully dressed, and fully aware of the fact that his shift had started two hours ago, he got into his car, and started his drive to the station. The ACPD was over worked they were all pulling forty-five hours a week, and ten on the weekends. Somehow he made it to the station.
He quickely made his way to the locker room, and got dressed.

"HAH! thought you could avoid me didn't you?"
He turned around to see a tall, young, white haired, blue eyed, officer.He wore the usuall ACPD uniform along with a pair of chucks.
Lt. David A. Jenkly.
David was uniuqe and not in his taste of footwear.
He was albino, but also the smartest guy in the ACPD, he had never used a gun in his three years has a police officer, not to say that he hadnt been in any gunfights, he had been in four major ones by his count. He just had a knack for understanding the human mind. He had convinced suicidal teens to put the knife down, put a serial killer to tears, and had turned a bank-robbery into a bank-deposit. He was famous among the force, and not for these skills. He was completly unorthadox when it came to regulations.Not to mention he helped people, including fellow police officers, with their problems. He was known around the department has "Shrink" rumor was he had transfered here from the FBI, but no one knew why.He was aslo Matthew's boss.

"Heard about your love-affair with Rodriguez."
Dayne's furious glare finished that line of thought quickely.
"Jeeze, man just kidding, she's filling out paperwork for the shooting yesterday, heard she took it pretty rough on you."
"Im fine"
"Your cheek says other-wise"
Dayne looked into his locker-mirror.
His cheek was a sickley bluish-purple, but it didnt seem to have swelled any.
He just sighed.

"So anyway, I assigned you to cleanup duty around the station, have a nice day, dont feel bad it was your day anyway"

It was going to be a long day.

Four hours of back-breaking cleanup duty later, he sat on the couch near the vending machine. A cold Mountain Dew gripped in one hand, a magazine in the other, this was the life.

"I thought Shrink had you cleaning."
Rodriguez walked into the room.
"and I thought he had you sitting at a desk doing paperwork."
"I'm done."
"So am I."
"Then just lay there and shutup."

After she ahd gone he finished the magazine(Stupid Patriots always win.) He dozed off.

Good. This is going to be a great story. Cops and all. I like cops. Our fellow guys and gals with the badge, protecting our lives every day. Until they become undead that is.

Chapter 3
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The light.
The bright light.
The...wetness?

*Cough* "WHAT THE!-" *cough*

Dayne sat up. Couging he got to his feet amidst the laughter.Three other officers stood around him, the faint smell of Mountain Dew hit his nostrils.
The others stood laughing.The nearest was Officer Patrick O'riley, he was somthing of a comedian, and always had time to crakc jokes, even on the job. Standing next to him was Officer Ashley Wilkins, she was a small, yet strong young woman of twenty-two. Dayne had been accused of stalking her by the others, he still ahdnt lived that one down. Then standing next to her was Sgt. Nate Galon, he was a strong, beer-bellied, justice eating, cop, through and through.

Furious, Dayne grabbed the most likely suspect, O'Riley.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!"
He laughed
"Wasn't me mate, look behind you."
Dayne turned around, and sure enough, a grinning, Mountain Dew can holding, Rodriguez stood there.
A challenge lit her eyes has he turned around.
"What? what you gonna' do whitey?"

"You mean me? Im the whitest one here Rodriguez."
Lt. David A. Jenkley stood behind her.
She snorted
"We all know that, but the real question is-
Suddenly the station intercom came on:
-ALL PERSONEL REPORT TO BREIFING ROOM IMMEDIATLY!-

Dayne loaded a .9mm Beretta with a fifteen round-clip. They were all in the armory. At the briefing the Chief had said that the citizens were in riot, but no one knew why.
All the happy child-like attitude had been sucked out of the officers, replaced with a cold, iron will to get the job done.

Along with the pistol Dyane added several other items in case of an unexpected riot.
Mace was always good, especially if you needed to take a suspect down without permanantly hurting them. He brought a stun-baton, the newest of the police equipment, it delivered fifty-six volt shocks to exposed skin. He also took the usuall equipment, like hand cuffs and his walkie-talkie.

He piled into the squad car with Rodriguez. They followed the riot squads to what was known has Alpha sector. Six barricades had been set up around the city: Alpha, Bravo, Charlie, Delta, Beta, and Fox.
They arrived on scene within a matter of minutes.
The barricade consisted of police cars, a SWAT van, sandbags, and red tape. With lots of sirens and lights.
It was setup between a grocery store and a gas station.
They pulled up and Rodriguez inched the car to were a police officer guided her, thus completing the barricade.
Dayne got out. He got in line with the others. Suddenley there radios cackled.

-THE MOB WILL BE IN SIGHT WITHIN TWO MINUTES, YOU ARE ORDERED TO USE LETHAL FORCE, OUT-

Lethal force?
He exchanged glances with O' Riley.
O' Riley just shrugged and drew his sidearm, a .44 S&W.
Suddenly a SWAT officer holding an Mp10 moved in next to Dayne.
SWAT members joined the line, all holding either automatic weapons or shotguns.
Disconcerted, Dayne drew his pistol, painfully aware that he had only brought three clips.

The first groups of the mob were spotted four minutes later.
It was to dark to see anything, but the sounds they made....they were MOANING.

"Gods..why are they moaning?" Patrick wondered aloud.
"Who knows- HOLY! LOOK!" Ashely pointed to one that had stepped into the beam of a street light.
He was a hideous thing, barley able to move, he stumbled forward, half of his body was mutilated, he looked like he had been hit by a semi- and got up to tell the tale. Blood dripped in rivulets down his face.
Then the others came into view.
None of thme were any better, and a few were worse.

"OH MY-"
"HOLY SHIT WHAT ARE THOSE THINGS!?"
"THEY'RE COMING FOR US MAN!"
"OPEN FIRE!"

Dayne wasnt sure who had given the order, but it was well-recieved.
The entire line opened fire on the mob.
The chatter of pistols was joined by the crescendo of automatic weapon's fire and the occasional *BOOM* of a shotgun.
The sound filled Dayne's ears.

smart NOW we got us some zombies

sick mate i love it and it has got my faith back in god at the same time!!!

I love this. They can stand there, popping zombies, for quite a time. But if they dont realise brain shot is the key, they are d o o m e d. cool.

thx. You will recognize the first part of the next section, so dont call me on it! You will see why then. I have to go though.
Latah days Zombie killahs!!

are you a system of the down fan because you put angels deserve to die in your story

HUUUUGE love em to death. pretty kickass band, thats my fav song. But thats off topic. any more comments before I start the next chapter tonight?