All was quiet in the squad car. Officer Rick Daniels and James Karlson sat eating their burgers while watching traffic pass through the windshield. It was a nice day, the sun was shining for the first time in a week, people walked the streets without taking notice to anything that didn't concern their own lives. Low crunches emitted into the squad car as each officer took a bite of their own lunch. James sighed after swallowing a large section of his burger, "What time is it?" he said lazily, his gaze still was glued on the Corner store across the street. Rick looked up in surprise at the sudden interuption of his eating, "Uhm," he started as he dropped his burger and pulled back his sleeve and examined the moving hands of his Golden watch, "It's One thirty-six, why?" James looked down at his food and remained quiet for a moment before responding, "We've gotta get back on patrol, hurry it up." Rick frowned and tossed the remainder of his burger and fries out of the window and started the vehichle, "You gonna toss that?" Rick said looking at the food it James' lap. "Yeah, gimme a minute." James replied then rolled down his window and threw the chicken burger and onion rings onto the ground. Rick nearly started backing out of the office building parking lot when the radio echoed into the car, "All units we have a domestic disturbace on Cynthia Drive, please respond." James smirked and nodded to Rick, "Go on, Richard." Rick chuckled softly before picking up the radio and responding to the call, "This is unit 419, we're inbound, code three." Rick backed out of the lot and turned on the car lights, "Just a walk in the park." James said just before Rick peeled out into the street and sped toward Interstate twenty-four.

As the car pulled up to the street, the two officers knew something was wrong. Two police cars sat in the middle of the street, both abandoned and drenched with blood. "Holy shit," Rick said staring at the street, "Whatever happened here ended quick." James opened his door and stepped out of the car, "Call for backup." Were the words that ended the good mood they'd both had going before hand. Rick lifted the radio and began the call, "Unit 419 to dispatch.." James walked to the patrol cars and looked inside, nothing. He turned from the car and looked at the surrounding houses, "Rick! Get an ambulance down here, now!" Rick's head shot up to see James running over to an officer lying face down on a porch, "Shit! Unit 419 to dispatch, we need additional units and medical assistance! Officer down!" Rick dropped the radio and opened his car door then began sprinting over to the wounded Officers' side. "He's got an injury to the jugular vein." James said softly as he examined the wound on the Officer's neck. Rick lifted his hat from his head, "Knife?" James shook his head, "Bite. Someone bit him." Rick removed his pistol and flashlight then stepped inside the home, "Police! Come out, now!" He shouted, but no one responded. Rick slowly entered the home.

Blood was smeared everywhere. Rick lifted the light and moved slowly into the nearest doorway. He was nervous, the sweat on his forehead proved it. As he entered the room he glanced around and made the assumption this was the living room. The dark rooms were only illuminated by the flashlight and the open front door, all the windows had their shades drawn. Rick shone the light around the small room, a couch, television, and a piano. The muscular officer's veins in his arms and neck were huge as he prepared to look over the couch. Stepping quickly from the side, he gasped at the horrid sight. A mutilated body lie on the ground motionless, it's face torn by force and sections of it's skull shone in the dim light. "James, we got a body in here!" There was no reply. Rick backed slowly away from the corpse and back outside to where his partner and the wounded officer was, but both were gone. "James?!" Rick shouted into the empty neighborhood, still no reply. Rick turned back around in the doorway and was left stunned by the sight of the former corpse now moving to him. Rick lifted his pistol and directed it's barrel at the leg of the corpse, "Stop!" His words echoed into the home but seemed to have no effect on the person. His aim diverted to the kneecap of the approaching enemy.

A gunshot rang out into the open as James looked up from the scattered ammunition casings spread across the street. He removes his own Beretta and rushed back to the home, "Rick!" James shouted as he reached the front porch, but was soon halted by the sight of his partner sitting over a corpse. "Jesus christ, what happened to-" James started but was interupted by Rick's sobbing. James was amazed, in four years of working with Rick he'd never seen him cry. "Jimmy, it was dead! It was dead! I saw it!" Rick moaned over his sobs. James bit his lower lip and walked to Rick's side, "What happened?". Rick looked up to James with tears flooding his eyes, "It was dead, it's face was practically torn off! It started to walk towards me.. I shot it in the knee-" Rick stopped and regained his breath, "It kept coming! It tried to gnaw my fucking face off, so I shot it in the face, I didn't want to, but I had no choice!" Rick leaned forward and clasped his hands over his eyes. James stared at the body, "Come on, Rick." He said pulling his partner from the body and to the car.

Rick stopped and James was jerked back, "What is it, Daniels?". Richard was staring at where the wounded cop had been. "Where is he?" Rick looked at James. "I-," James was just as shocked, "I don't know.. I left to go check the rest of the street, but no one else is here.. and I nearly slipped on a load of nine-milimeter rounds. I forgot about him.." James turned back to the front yard and stared at the advancing crowd of people. Each of them had missing sections of flesh, torn clothes, and their arms stretched out as if trying to grab the two men. "Jesus.." James said before looking back at Rick. "They're.. not human." Rick said as he escaped from James's grip and ran back inside for his pistol. James stood on the porch unable to move, "Get back!" He managed to say as he lifted his Beretta. Rick ran out the door beside James and watched as each of the people shuffled slowly toward them, "It can't be.." James said staring. Rick lifted his Glock and fired crazily into the crowd, "Die you bastards!" He shouted while firing. Three, four, five, all rounds hit the advancing hoarde but had no effect. They kept coming.

(I'll write more if I get good comments about what I've done so far.)

This post has been edited by Dobedo on May 09, 2005 06:52 pm

Nice!!

Thank you. Need a few more positive remarks until I continue writing.

Jeez, talk about fishing for compliments. I like it. Little bored of cop stories (in general, not just here) but I would like to see where this goes.

*breaks out the beer and fishing rod* This'll be a long day..

Rick dropped the empty magazine and reached for another, "I told you they aren't human!" James broke his trance and looked back into the house, "Rick, we've gotta get out of here. Get in the house!" Rick nodded as he cocked back the chamber of his Glock and ran inside the home. James followed without further hesitation. Slamming the door behind them, James ran to the first window he saw and drew the drapes away. He stared for a moment as two additional squad cars rushed over and slid to a screeching halt. Two men exited each car, James noticed each of them. Anthony Thompson, Carl Anderson, Michael Barns, and Gary Timber. Each had their firearms already drawn and firing into the crowd, "Do they know already?" Rick said watching quietly beside James. "I don't know, but they can't hold all of them." James looked to Rick, his face was cleared up and he was already wearing that smirk that indicated he was in the mood for some action, "Let's do this." He said calmly. The crowd of cannibals was now walking to the four officers, so they could easily run out and support them. Rick drew his leg back then sent it flying into the door. It flew open, and they took off running outside of the house. James spun around as they hopped the fence and reached the open street and fired at the nearest man.

Bullets tore into a fat gut but again had no effect, James cursed the failure and turned continue his run. Rick was already not more than five feet from the two squad cars while James was atleast ten due to his attempt to slow the enemy down. James stared forward as Rick reached the cars and removed the Benelli shotgun from inside and mounted it on the door. He directed it's barrel right on James, "Get down!" Echoed into the street. James threw himself forward and forced himself to lie still on the ground. Rick pulled back on the trigger with ease, the kick not doing much to his muscular figure. The zombified man fell, James took the time to glance back at it before he stood; it was the wounded officer from the porch. Scrambling to his feet, James sprinted as fast as he could to the cars and finally reached them. "What's going on?!" James was shouting over the constant gunfire that rang into the once peaceful neighborhood. Gary slid a fresh magazine into his Beretta and turned to James, "Jimmy, the whole city is in chaos! People are just eating eachother, it's a damn warzone!" Rick fired again, the shotgun pellets piercing the head of a zombie attempting to crawl to them. "Let's get out of here!" Rick shouted and the gunfire ceased. Each of the officers got into one of the two cars and backed out of the neighborhood quickly.

As they were driving, Rick pressed his head against the window and closed his eyes. James on the other hand was staring out at the flames or burning buildings in the distance and various blockades they passed by. Michael was driving the car that Rick and James were in, and the other two officers in the other car were following close behind them. "Like I said," Gary started, "A fucking warzone. The military's even been called in. We have tanks driving up and down streets, choppers everywhere, and military barricades left and right. Us police officers are to report to the station and set up a base of operations for the Marine Corp." Rick slid his Glock into his holster and pushed the Benelli off his lap, "And after we've done that?" He questioned. "We are going to get a resistance of surviving civillians set up." James moaned in frustration then spoke in an annoyed tone, "What the hell happened? Everything was fine not two hours ago." Michael spoke this time, "They came from the woods, all from the woods. The other six guys I was with at the diner when the called us down on a, quote me here.. Domestic Disturbance. That bullshit got them all killed." Michael wasn't too emotional, but he was pissed off and you could tell.

The two cars exited the Freeway and sped to the Police Department, they arrived to a battlefield. Officers and civillians were being dragged into the sandbag barricades. It was the beginning of Hell on Earth.

This post has been edited by Dobedo on May 09, 2005 06:55 pm

Like I said nice!!

Ryan Hebner sat in the department briefing room. "This can't be happening," he thought to himself over and over. His SigPro handgun seemed to taunt him, he was on the verge of becoming insane. Dropping the bottle of whisky to the ground, he closed his eyes as if trying to wake up from a bad dream. Rick and James walked in and Ryan quickly opened his eyes and stood. Rick quirked an eyebrow at the officer and stared at the weapon he'd pointed in their direction. "Get the hell away!" Ryan shouted into the deserted conference room. James stepped forward, "Look Ryan, we're not here to-" He was cut off by the booming voice of Rick. "Look you pathetic fuck, put the damn gun down before I have to do it for you!" James flinched at the sudden outburst and looked to Ryan. He lowered the weapon and fell back into the chair, "They killed my wife.." the drunken officer said in a slurred voice. Rick sighed and fell onto the bench next to the door. James went to a window and stared out, it would soon be dark.

"Jesus, Rick, come look at this." Rick moved over to James and looked out the window. "The military," James said with a hint of excitment in his voice. Rows of twenty men with chemical masks marched through the streets, they were armed with automatic rifles; M4A1's. Two tanks ripped the pavement away from the road, four transport trucks followed close behind them. James sighed with relief, "We'll be okay.." James looked away from the window and to Ryan to check on him, he'd passed out. Moving away from the window and over to Ryan's side James was examining him for wounds of any kind. "Holy shit." The voice of Rick shot into the room and startled James. "God damnit, Rick! What is it?" James shouted at his partner. Rick pushed from the window and frowned, "Look for yourself." James lifted himself from Ryan's side and walked to the window. "Oh my god.."

This post has been edited by Dobedo on May 09, 2005 06:55 pm

Oh my God! What!? What is it?!?!?

Wait until April 30 to find out. Cliffhangers are my favorite.

You suck! I'm coming to your house and I'm takin the story!

*Readies shotgun* Cool.

okay. cool. and +1postcount

Next update coming soon. Sorry for the wait.

The military was fighting and losing. James stared out the window, his hope ripped to shreads by the massacre of the soldier. Gunfire rattled into the streets; Automatic rifles chattered while the men ran back to the barricade set up on the Overpass leading Downtown. "No, that can't be happening.." James muttered while watching the convoy soon speed out infront of the soldiers and hit zombies against their hoods and windshield. The tank had already began to fire it's fifty caliber machinegun above the turret and was mowing down most of the crumpled corpses, but they kept coming. "Give it up, Jim. The military are just as screwed as us. We aren't going no where." Rick spat out with a hint of sarcasm. James ignored the attempt to lighten the mood and groaned, "No.." A loud sound of a cannon rung into the hot air and the ground shook. The tank fired a round directly into the center of twenty zombies. Limbs flew from the living corpses and carnage filled the street. James could not bear to look anymore so he turned to Rick who was slouched beside Ryan. Rick rubbed his eyes and spoke calmly, "He's out. Won't be up for awhile." James nodded and opened the conference room door. It would be night soon, and the city would be visible from a thousand miles away.

Captain Rico Mendez walked into the armory where the S.W.A.T. officers were mounting equipment on their vests. "You fellas almost ready?" Rico managed to say with a low tone of voice followed by the calming sound of the Generators powering the station. S.W.A.T. commander Dylan Williams nodded, "Oh yeah, we're ready.. These bastards won't know what hit them." The Captain nodded giving the S.W.A.T. Commander's words some trust, "Good. We don't want the military to know about this, so keep it quiet." And with those final words, he turned on the ball of his foot and walked out of the large room.

James pushed the oak door out of his path and moved into the evidence room. Slowly walking to one of the small lockers on the east side of the wall James shredded all his pride and began to sob quietly as he fell against it. James buried his head into his knees, "Why God.." He spoke softly into the emptiness of the dark room. He took a few minutes to peice together his nerves and recovered from the break down. Wiping tears for his eyes, he lifted his small figure from the ground and groaned; Rico Mendez walked into the room, his cold stare focusing on the direction of the groans. Rico hesitated, "Who's there?!" The sound of his Revolver being removed from his holster threw a hostile demand to know who was in the room to James. Rico pressed his thumb on the hammer; the revolvers chamber rotated and placed a bullet in front of the chrome hammer. James knew the sound and immediatley spoke, "I'm a cop, relax!" His voice sounded off without respect, and Rico became irritated.

The Captain placed the hammer back against the weapon slowly and holstered the revolver, "Who are you?" His usual firm tone and voice gave James an idea of who he was speaking to. "Sergeant James, I'm guessing you're the famous Captain Rico Mendez? Commander of the S.W.A.T. Team?" Rico chuckled softly and replied in a humored voice, "You've done your homework, Sergeant. You might just be too smart for your own good." Rico moved around the corner and focused his grey eyes on James, "And since you know my reputation, you must have one, Sergeant." James locked his green eyes on the gray craters of pure terror as they came around the corner of the lockers; He sighed and nodded, "Do I really need to tell you my reputation? Or do you already know?" Rico smirked and replied without hesitation, "Isn't it obvious I already know who you are and what you did two years ago in May?" James was frightened and astonished at the complex look over the Captains face; He replied in a slow studder, "W- Who are you?" The Captain grinned and seemed to be quite pleased with himself, "As you so accuratley put, do I have to tell you? Or do you already know?"

This post has been edited by Dobedo on May 12, 2005 03:52 pm