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Gene followed Cammie, spotting her blush. Her tapped her lightly on the shoulder, smiling. "Hey, you okay?" he asked, blushing a bit also. He pulled out the shortsword he had gotten from the store. He walked in adn spotted some corpses. He stabbed his blade into one of the them, seeing they were already dead. "Make sure the corpses are still corpses" he said, looking back at the others. He pulled held his knife in hand, making sure not to be taken off guard. "I don't want to lose anyone in here" he said, sighing.

Jack stood outside the door, covering anybody who wanted to follow. He never actually did any field work, but theoretically, he was one of the best officers. He had taken every aptitude test the academy an the station had, but his captain, a friend of the therapist he went to as a child, despised him but had to let him on the force.

After the group was inside, Jack walked up to the receptionist's desk and spotted a final form for him. Grabbing it, he quickly scanned it over and frowned. "I was supposed to be promoted today. If these damn zombies weren't here, this would be the best day of my life."

He spun the pistol in his hand and walked over to the evidence locker. "We just gotta get in there. There's two locks, a keypad and a standard key lock. I got the key lock open, but hacking was never a strong spot for me..." He didn't admit they could just shoot it, he wanted to use that only as a last resort.

Gene sighed and patted Jack on the shoulder. "I'm sorry this happened." he said, shaking his head. He walked over to evidence locker and examined the keypad. "Hm, I could possibly brute force the lock, but that might take a while" he said, looking up at Jack. "Or I could try and mess with some of the wires and see if I could open it." He sighed and put away his blade and knife. He walked into the back and flipped the switch. "Alright good, the electricity is still on" he said, "do you know where the ammo is?" He took his hang gun out, dropping the empty clip onto the floor.

"Inside the locker, along with a few illegal guns. That's the main reason we have to get in. The other is the information on patient zero. The source of the infection." Jack looked around and saw the bodies of fellow officers. "They're all dead. Even the cap, I made sure of that one." His face became dark with those words.

He turned back to the locker and sighed. "This is bullshit."

"I'd prefer to carry around a melee weapon is nescessary but I need something long ranged. Gene if we are going to stay here and think of a plan to get out of this city we are going to need some barricades, what do we have to use?" Darius looked out the window of the police station and saw that those things were surrounding the weapons shop. Dairus sighed "You know I dont feel sorry for damian or that girl."

Damian walks to the front of the store and sees zombies trying to get through the metal bars of the broken window. So he grabs a spear and stabs them in the head with it. He continues to do this until there is a pile of zombies outside the window. "That will do for now" Damian says. He puts the spear down, grabs the crossbow and heads up to the roof where Ellen is and says, "So how many have you killed so far?"

Alexander looks around the station, at the many bodies. "In the beginning of the outbreak... this would of been the worst place to go... most of the city's population, fleeing to stations such as these... many frightened, aggresive humans... some of the bodies will not have died from the infection..." He looked solemly at Jack. "My wife ignored reason and came here... she is among the bodies..." He gets his rifle ready and goes to a window, looking for the zombies that were sure to have followed them. (Does the police station have a second floor?)

Gene bent down to the keypad and pulled out a knife and started to pry the cover off the keybad lock. "Well, give me sometime, I might be able toget it opened without shooting the case itself. He turned to Darius. "I guess we can't since they feel so protected. He looked around at the bodies. "People try to go to most secrure places during any infectious outbreak. They always think that the police can solve it" he said. He started looking over the wires on the keypad lock, following some to their origin.
(guess so)

Cammie turned back when Gene asked if she was okay. She nodded and then looked around in the police station and looked at the dead bodies. She was a little surprised by what Jack said about him being promoted today. She looked up at the ceiling when Gene flicked on the lights and then sighed and looked at the ground. Remorse and sadness was etched across her face and she sighed and took a breath of her cigarette and then turned back to the guys that were over by the locker. She watched as Gene was doing something to the lock and then saw Alexander go over to a window with his rifle. Out of curiosity she walked over and saw a few zombies shambling over to the police station. Cammie sighed and then adjusted her hat and looked over at Alexander. “Annoying things aren’t they?”

"Dont shoot! If you do then were going to have more unwelcomed guests than we want. It would be best if we keep it on the down low."

Gene found a wire that lead to the lock and took out his knife. He carefully clipped the wire, a slight spark following. He tried to open the door and it began to open slowly. "Ah, I can't believe that worked" he said, grinning. He was quite proud of himself for being able to unlock the evidence locker. He looked at the lock some more and cut another wire that engaged the lock again. "Alright, now it can't be closed unless we get those two wire reattched" he said, nodding. He opened the locker and looked in with awe. There was a large amount of ammo, but also several illegal guns. He reached in and pulled out a standard police rifle, grabbing several clips of ammo for his pistol and the rifle. He walekd away from the locker and began loading both guns, setting both on safety. Gene sighed hearing the zombies and looked out the window with the other two. "Hm, well, we should start boarding up the windows and barricading all but one door until we're ready to leave" he said, walking back down stairs. He cleared a desk of all its contens and began lifting it. "Hey, somebody help me with this thing" he said, trying to pull the desk to the window.

Jack grabbed the side of the desk opposite of Gene. The two brought it over to one of the windows and barricaded it the best they could with a desk. Jack looked around and noticed that nobody had even thought to do such a simple but important task. "You know, I'm sort of glad this happened when it did. If I got a promotion, I'd be in the field, and I'd be zombie food right now. Plus, I never would have met some people with brains." he joked.

Jack headed back upstairs and walked into the evidence locker with an AR-15 and about five extended magazines totaling about 150 rounds. "This will be fun."

Gene smiled while being helped. He then began to stack chairs against the door. He spotted Jack grabbing the AR-15 and saying "This will be fun." "Remember, we need to make sure they don't draw crowd" he said, "if you kill them, do it with a silencer." He didn't want to leave so early. He wanted to be able to formulate a plan on where to go. Gene walked to the back door and stuck a weak chair under the knob. This be easy to break when we need to leave, he thought.
(Everyone, I'm gonna be gone for the next two days, so see you Saturday.)

Alexander gets up, and moves the table outside, and props it against the door, on it's side "Those damned undead be too stupid to even so much as pull. They'll keep pushing, and succeed in nothing. Let's take advantage of their stupidity, for when hundreds push a door, it breaks, but a steel table with ends against the walls, yes this will do..." He goes back into the armory and looks for silencers compatible with his rifle. He finds one, and sits down, satisfied.

Cammie walked away from the window and walked over to the desk that was in the center of the room. It was near a wall so she could lean against it and take a nap. She removed all the papers from the desk and streched out on the table and crossed her arms under her head to provide as a pillow. She yawned and then tilted her hat over her eyes so that she could sleep and then closed her eyes and fell into a blank sleep. She dreamed of nothing-ness..like usual..she never dreamed and always saw the dark abyss...maybe the souls of the dead people who were once human but were now zombies saw that...nothing except darkness...

(I forgot but...if we get bitten and shit liek that can we become like aware of ourselfs and become zombies that can think..? Like a person who got bitten..changed...but then something in them snapped and they became aware of themeselves and have a "brain" so that they can think...they still need flesh to make sure their body doesn't fall apart but if they could control it..would that be okay..? *wants to turn cammie into that *)

Gene searched the evidence locker for a silencer on his rifle and eventually found one. He attached it to the barrell and examined the gun. Everything seemed alright, and fired one round which landed in a nearby wall. It was silent enough. He reloaded the gun and walked upstairs to see Cammie laid across the desk. He grinned and looked over at the guys by the window. He sat down next to Cammie and sighed, reaching one hadn over and gently stoking her hair. He blushed, slowly pulling away his hand from her.

(Nope. Sorry Wolf-chan, but if you're bitten, if the bite spot isn't removed, you're dead. The reason being is that in the whole situation, you die when it gets into the later stages of infection. That's the only issue. Since you die, you're brain shuts off.)

(aww poo D: i was going to do that from a comic lawlz ah weell~ )

Cammie felt something stroking her hair and she ignored it and everything that was black just snapped and she was now in a valley surronded by trees and rocks and animals. She raised an eyebrow and tried to stiffle a laugh but fail and burst out laughing. She didn't know why she was laughing...maybe because it was odd she was dreaming for once... The animals scattered away from her and she snickered and then laid down on her back and looked up at the sky that was light blue with the sun high in the sky. She stood up and began to walk through the forest. She saw memories of her family floating in the sky. She sometimes...had dreams like this...reflecting back on her life... She laughed at the stupid though and then sighed sharply and her eyes snapped open and she was back in reality...Back to being awake and fighting off zombies... What a bloody fucking joy... She thought to herself and then rolled onto her stomach and took out another cigarette and began to smoke. She tilted the hat back and her eyes flashed around with a tired look in them. "Hey guys how fucking long are we going to stay here...? I got things I gotta' grab from my home..." She muttered sleepily and then took off her hat and ran a hand through her hair and then put the hat back on.

[lol srry about the swearing but she is in a bloody bad mood right now...XD]

Gene shrugged. "As long as we need to" he said, "I suggest we leave as soon as we can." He looked at her and breathed some of the smoke thorugh his nose. The smell was annoying, and honestly he preferred smoke from burning stuff, but it was alright. He shrugged and looked at Cammie. "You look tired, you sure you don't want to get some more sleep?" he asked, smiling at her. He lifted the hat off of her head playfully and placed it on his own, grinning widely.
(I understand.)

Jack stepped out of the evidence locker with a silencer on his rifle, one on his pistol, and two modernized bandoliers curving from his shoulders to the respective side of his stomach.

He had no idea why they were in their, but they looked cool, even if it didn't help him too greatly. At least his ammo was closer to his gun. The magazines were snugly packed inside and he made sure they wouldn't fall out. He stepped forward and raised his rifle, looking around. "When we've used up the reserve ammo, that is the ammo we can't carry, or we run out of supplies, we'll go." Turning around to look in the evidence locker, a small grin crept along his face. "Though it'll probably be the latter rather than the former..."

Cammie frowned when Gene asked if she wanted to go back to sleep. "Honestly..I don't want to...even if I am tired..lets just say that I don't like the dreans i get..." She raised an eyebrow when he removed the hat and noted that her hair was getting a little greasy. She grimaced at the thought of not showering and then sighed. "I dont suppose there is a shower here...?" She yawned and then sat up and pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees and rested her chin on her knees.