''I gathered my belongings and headed towards the only source of life that I could, like a moth to a flame I
persisted. It lead me out of West Grayside and back into the familiar Buttonville.
As I followed my instincts I noticed that it started to lead me down a road I’ve been before and at the
gates lay the same police department that I escaped from. The place where I faced my terror…
Outside the building I noticed two inanimate corpses that were scattered on the sidewalk. Both of them
had been decapitated and one stood out more because there was distinct burn marks on the body. Even
while at ease during the sight of my fears demise I still felt hesitant. I entered into the police station and
was informally greeted by a group of four individuals, a police officer and three civilians.
The first thing I saw was a man curled up and unnerved in a corner, I did not approach him
because he looked like he had many issues that he was dealing with and would not like my attention.
When I questioned the police officer about the flare he told me nothing, he went on to mention
that he was “recently retired” and trying to hold onto what’s left of his humanity as he drank
from a glass of brandy. When I looked at him I could see he was wearing a balaclava, police cap,
short-sleeved shirt, police jacket, trousers and a pair of black boots. All of which were the colour
blue, torn and caked in blood… he looked like a walking crime scene.
I turned to another survivor who was sitting on guard at the front entrance; he seemed too
terrified to speak a word. He also wore a police jacket, a pair of blue jeans and a pair of black
boots which were also blood soaked. Next to him was a man who was busy patching up his own
wounds. He glanced at me slightly but that was his only sign acknowledgment. Otherwise, he
like the others kept their silence (at least for that moment).
I went to the back of the police station to rest and really questioned the purpose of the light that I
had witnessed earlier. Why did it bring me back to this place? I re-lived the brutal images in my head
of what had happened that terrible night. Luckily, my locker was still at the station so I was able
to change my torn clothing.
It was much too late to wander the streets safely, so with the men all at their posts watching the
building I decided to sleep. Unknowingly, we were being hunted at the police station no matter
how protected we thought we were.
It started off with the doors and windows being attacked than torn down. I was asleep when it
happened and awoke when a zombie bit directly into my neck. It felt like the previous time when
I was attacked at the cinema. The bite scared me and woke me up as I noticed my attacker drag
one of the other men screaming outside into the street. The police officer tried his best to fight
with our attacker but unfortunately it was not enough. He ended up getting ripped into pieces as I
watched the zombie feed.
It was that moment when I got up and attacked with every ounce of energy I had. This zombie
felt experienced, like a hit man striking anything he could with the intent of spreading his disease
like the plague of Europe. I managed to knock the zombie back enough so that I could hide while
I quickly healed my wounds. I could hear him seeking for his food and I wanted to make him
work for it. I waited until his guard was down and I hit him with my axe than took off through the
police station front doors. I could see my church and I ran as fast as I could to get there in order
to lay low. The beast is off my trail for the time being.
Health is down to 48.
--Nursefighteradam 00:22, 29 January 2014 (UTC)
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