User:Light Master/Light Master's Story
Light Master's Story
Note: All persons, places, and events are made up, and any actual people, places, or events that actually took place is entirely coincidential.
Chapter 1: The Outbreak
Detective-Sergeant Light Master groaned as he walked into the doors of the Burt Square Police Department. He was just recovering from a hangover after partying with the rest of the team for Hunter's promotion to police-sergeant at the Elsbury Arms. "Good morning," said Lisa, the department's receptionist. Light nodded and gave a short wave. He was not in the mood. A hangover is never good, especially when it's your turn to perform beat patrol.
"Morning," said Detective Constable Paul, Light's good friend and partner. "Hello," Light said. He went over to the locker and pulled out his uniform and duty belt. He then grabbed his police cap and flak vest. "Nice day isn't it?" said Paul, as Light checked his radio reciever. "C'mon then."
The two got into the patrol car, just as the chief inspector called in. "There has been a disturbance down at Wine Street," said Chief Inspector George. "I want you to check it out." Light picked up the radio- "Affirmative," he said. He then turn to Paul. "Fire up the roof, we have an emergency."
Light weaved his way to Wine Street, where he saw an unusually empty street. He and Paul got out, and looked around. "Where do you reckon everybody's at?" Paul pondered. Light nodded down the street. "You check that way, I'll look down this alleyway." his partner nodded, and proceeded down the street, while Light transversed over to the alley. There, he saw a rotting corpse. Light stood back for a moment, remembering the strange reports that have been called in during the past few weeks. He approached carefully, his caution justified. The corspe suddenly sprang up, and tried to grab him, but Light quickly stepped back, and reached for his firearm- and remembered that UK police services don't carry firearms on their duty belt. His American police training always taught him otherwise.
Cursing, Light went for the next weapon available: his baton. Slipping the side-baton with his left hand, he approached head-on, ducking under the zombie's reach, and smashed his baton straight in its face. It staggered, but Light didn't give it time to gather its bearings. Running towards it again, Light went for an over-head smash, the back of the baton smacking it hard on the head. Light then reversed his grip and drove the end towards the zombie's stomach, and aimed a right hook into its face. The zombie fell down to its knees, and Light drove the baton into the side of its head so hard, it broke the skull and brain matter spewed onto the streets. Light looked at it disgustingly. Next time, he thought, I'll stay in the States.
Light noticed his partner in trouble, so he ran to help out. A hard kick to the face caved the zombie's head in. "What the f**k was that?" shouted Paul. "I don't know," lied Light. The radio in the car hissed. Light went to it, and listened in. "All officers, report back to Burt Square PD. I repeat, all units, report back to Burt Square PD." Light motioned to Paul. "Lets roll."
The two made it back to the police department. The area around is surrounded with military presence and refugees. Light noticed armed soldiers patroling the outside. He and Paul quickly went in. The chief inspector looked grim as Light entered his office. "Light," he started, shaken with fear. "We have an outbreak crisis." Light nodded. This isn't new to him: Light is actually an undercover agent of the Department of Paranormal Investigations, a branch created by the President of the United States to combat unusual and unnatural events. Light has his fair share of combat with zombies before.
"Listen. The captain of the military wants me to come with them, to show them around Crowbank. I'm placing you in charge." Light was dumbfounded. "Me, sir?" he said. The chief inspector nodded. "What about Daniel?" "Daniel is stuck at home, and Don has been killed on the way here. You are the next ranking officer I have." Light glanced around. The CI was right. The chief inspector spoke again. "Listen, I know who you really work for," he whispered, leaning close to Light's face. "I have some friends in the States you know." Light stared in suprise. "Look, like it or not, You're in charge, so here." George gave Light the keys. A crushing handshake and a quick salute, he was gone.
Light turned to the military sergeant. "Listen. This is your orders. Barricade the station and look out for survivors. The military units outside will move to more critical areas, so we won't be able to help you." the sergeant left. Light turned around. The staff members looked at him, scared, but waiting for orders. Light closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. "Sergeant Jackson, PC Susan, barricade the doors. Sergeant Bob, break out the arms. The rest of you, gather up supplies and board up the windows."
Light went over to the weapons locker room with Bob. The two opened the pistol storage locker, and looked inside. "You have got to be kidding me," said Light. Inside were Ruger Security Six Revolvers. "Why do we have these piece of s**t?" he asked. Bob chuckled. "Most of our money is spent on buying new police cars," "Which we can't use, dammit," muttered Lignt. He strapped the duty holster to his belt and grabbed a service revolver, along with several speedloaders. "Any stronger firearm?" he asked. Bob shook his head. "As the Authorised Firearms Officer, I think this is the best we have, other than a few conficated sawn-offs." "Show me."
Bob led him to the evidence locker, where all illegal substances were kept. Bob opened up the locker. "Oh for crying out loud!" The sawed-off shotguns were only double-barreled. "Well, better than nothing," said Bob. "Who's on city council? I'll take this pistol and shove it right up their-" Bob cleared his throat. Light sighed. "Distribute the shotguns to those who can use it. Whoever needs me, I'll be in my office."
Chapter 2: The Fall
Light turned to the radio transmitter, as it hissed static at him. "H-- Hello? This is Dane Street Police. Can anyone hear me?" Light quiclky picked up the transmitter. "Yes, this is Detective-Sergeant Light Master. What do you need?" "We need assistance: our position has been overrun, the barricades has been broken through. We need-" the radio hissed static once more. "Crap," Light quickly ran out of the room.
"Paul, Hunter, with me. Jackson, you're in charge until we get back." Light motioned to Hunter. "Get a shotgun, we may need one." Hunter nodded and went over to the evidence room. Paul quickly strapped on his flak vest and checked his pistol. Light consoled the map for the easist route there. When Hunter returned, Light nodded. The three set off.
Stepping carefully, the trio approached the Dane Street Police Department with extreme caution. Light nodded to Paul, who quickly entered the room with Light, leaving Hunter to watch their backs. Inside, two zombies loomed over a dead body. Without hesitation, Light and Paul opened fire. Paul's first shot impacted the stomach, the second severed the spinal cord. Light's shot smacked hard against the skull and scrambled the brain. The zombie then slumped to the floor, dead. Light headed towards the first door, with Paul right behind him. Inside, a panicked Inspector Irons pointed his gun at Light. "Stay away! You'll never turn me into one of them!" In front of the inspector was a dead body, with a gunshot wound on his back. Light quickly guessed what happened, just as Irons fired at him.
Light ducked, and aimed his pistol high. The Ruger smacked hard against his palm as the bullet severed through Iron's brain, and exited. Irons slumped over. What kind of name is that, thought Light. Another door opened. "Figured it was him," muttered an officer. He then looked at Light. "Prior to the break-in, there were several mysterious deaths while we were setting up. I didn't figure out who it was before it was too late. By then, the horde managed to break in. Turns out Irons is suffering from Multiple Personality Disorder. Couldn't get his head straight." The officer glanced around. "You heard my call, right?" he asked. Light nodded. "All officers must report back to Burt Square PD." The officer nodded, and whistled. Several officers, with shotguns and pistols, came out. "Where to, boss?"
Back at Burt Square PD, Light noticed more officers, and a few survivors. "What happened?" he asked to Jackson. "Clinch Way PD fell. We're the only operating PD in Crowbank now, sir. Several survivors from the surrounding areas came over here, so we gave them shelter. Some of them managed to gather up some fuel for the generator, and food and water for us to use." Light shook his head. This is not a good place for them, he thought. "I'm afraid its the best we can do sir," said Jackson. Light turned to PC Joyce. "Monitor the transmitters, and see if you can call military support to evacuate the survivors." Joyce went to her task. Light examined the faces of the people under his care. Back in the States, he has often operated alone, but now, he's going to need all the help he can get. "Lets organize ourselves. We will have a team guard the station, and we will sleep in shifts. We also need a specially armed team to search for food and supplies, and fuel. I will monitor the zombie horde, and see which way they are going, so we know when to get ready."
"Don't you think we should stay here?" asked PC Jane. Light shook his head. "The military will be too busy to help us, and we will run out of resources before you know it. These zombies may be dumb, but they are smart enough to work around problems that they can't get through. They are dangerous, and deadly. With this many people inside, we're going to need all the resources available in this town to get us through." Everyone looked grim, their faces set. They knew what to expect now, thought Light. Good. This may be our only chance to be saved.
Chapter 3: Close Encounters
Light glanced at the clock. It was dark, and everyone was sleeping. Making sure the barricades were sufficent, and that the guards were awake, Light went over to the roof. He took a step back, and leaped towards a safe landing spot. He fell onto a pile of trash. Getting up, Light then crossed over to the next street. He ran down to Nickols Drive, and went inside his house. Searching around, Light found what he was looking for: a mobile phone with a direct line to the president. He dialed in the number, and waited. The secretary picked up the phone. "Connect me to the President; this is an emergency." Moments later, the president, along with the DPI director listened in. "The situation is worst than we thought. The civilian population has either been infected or dead." The president sighed, and drew back on his chair. "What is your current situation?" "I'm fine, but I have survivors in my building, and there is no way to evacuate them. I'll continue to monitor their activities," Light said, referring to the zombies. "Be careful, Light. If NecroTech is behind this, we're going to need the evidence to take them down. If not, then I want to know who's responsible."
Light briskly followed an unsuspecing zombie from behind. It was heading in the direction of several more zombies. They seem to be gathering for some event. Light watched carefully, pulling his Ruger out from his holster. The group then charged a barricaded emplacement, with the British Army opening fire at them. The army managed to push them back, but the zombie line surged through, breaking thorugh. Light cursed, and burst into the fight.
Bullets whistled past his ears as Light ran through. He vaulted over rubble and bodies, and fired off a few shots, most of them killing the zombies. He then rounded a corner, and shouted. "HEY! OVER HERE! FREE MEAT!" The zombies spotted him, and stopped attacking the army. To their limited intelligence, someone offering themselves up as food was logically more easier to feast on than an army of soldiers hammering them. They followed Light as he ran down the streets.
Twisting here and there, Light snapped a few shots, killing a few, and wounding others. The zombies didn't falter, and continued to follow him. Several were close enough that Light had to stop and shoot. One got too close, and Light pulled out a combat knife and slashed at its throat. He quickly sheathed the knife, which is placed horizontally at the back of his belt. He then fired a few shots and ran.
Light continued to run until reaching a high-rise building. He quickly entered it. A quick scan revealed it to be empty. He closed the doors and pushed a nearby couch in front of it. He then climbed the stairs and stopped at the fifth floor. He then sat down, and reflected how stupid he was. He may have managed to save the army from utter destruction, but now he's trapped. He laughed at his own predicament. Hearing them banging on the door, Light broke the window, and stood back. Either this would work, or it wouldn't. Whatever the end result is, it's better than hanging around with the zombies. He ran, and jumped to the parking structure across from the building.
The impact was hard, but Light quickly rolled to avoid the shock. He fell over, panting. He has made it, but the zombies were still comming. The impact was also taking a toll on him, and he passed out.
Light's eyes snapped open, and he saw the white-faced Paul looking at him, with a combat medic next to him. "You're good," said the medic, slapping Light's knee. "You'll be fine." "What on earth were you doing sir?" said Paul. Light got up, groaning. "I thought I'd take a walk," he said, glancing around. The medic nodded. "If you haven't interfered, we would've been dead," he said gravely. "On behalf of the British Army, we thank you." the two exchanged salutes, and the medic left. Paul help Light out of the parking structure. "Why were you out there?" he asked, making sure zombies weren't in the street. "I was looking around, and I was chased over here," said Light. "Well sir, you should've formed search parties," said Paul, as they neared the station. "I know, but I didn't really want to burden anybody," said Light. Paul shrugged and the two made their way inside.
Chapter 4: Darkness
Light yawned, and streched out his legs. In the same room is Paul, and CO19 officers Jack and Thor. The four passed around a bottle of wine. "Well," said Light, "either we end, or they do. Just so you know, I never intended to lead you guys in here. I was hoping, at least, that you guys would return to the precinct."
Paul laughed. "Hey, through thick or thin, we're in this together. Even though we're stuck in this building, who says there isn't a way out." Thor nodded. "I agree. All we need to do is steady our guts and open the door."
Light laughed. "Well, if its suicide you want, then what are we waiting for?" There were screams outside. Light pulled on his police jacket. "Well, it looks like a poor soul needs to be saved." Everyone readied their gears. Light led the group swiftly down the stairs. Nodding to Jack, The four quickly went down to the attrium, where they saw through the windows, a small group of survivors being approached by zombies.
Light steadied his aim, and fired at the furthest one, while Paul shouted at the survivors to follow him. Thor and Jack raised their coach guns, and fired simultaneously, blasting the zombies apart with buckshot. Light aimed at a few others as the two reloaded. "Run!" he shouted as more came out.
Everyone ran as fast as they could. However, it was getting dark, and Light knew that if the zombies followed them, they would stage an assault on the precinct. Cursing, Light ran in a different direction, prompting the zombies to follow a more likely target. Paul, noticing Light not following them, turned to see Light bolting down another street with the zombies in tow. Be careful, he thought.
Meanwhile, Light managed to enter a run-down building. Pushing a desk and some rubble in front of the door, Light sat down on the couch inside the lobby. He watched as the sun disappeared from view.
Light was sleeping peacefully, when a woman slipped in. Her crazed eyes saw Light, and she walked quietly towards him, unaware if he is a zombie or a dead man. Light suddenly sat up, the Ruger pointed directly at her face. "What are you doing here," he asked.
The woman ate greedily out of the canned food Light had with him to eat. She eyed him carefully, still regarding him as a threat. Light merely sat there, looking out the window for zombies. In the corner, was the bag of food Light managed to steal from the marketplace, before he and the search party was ambushed by the zombies earlier. The woman knew that Light is smart, and that if she is to feed her kids, she might have to kill him. Light turned to her. "Stay here. If I'm not back by dawn, then you should leave." Light disappeared.
Light wandered aimlessly in the steet. He glanced around, and seeing no zombies, continued along the way. He stopped by a gun shop to restock his ammo supply, when a zombie got up and attacked Light. Light spun around, and kicked it hard in the face. As it fell, Light shot it in the head. He then heard moanings nearby, and cursed. He quickly fled the area.
He finally made it back to the place he was hiding out. Inside, no one was there. The food was missing. Light sighed, and shrugged. Hope she makes it back okay, he thought, just as a bloodcurling scream came from outside.
It was the woman again, and she was surrounded. Light whipped out his pistol, and with uncanny accuracy, shot them all dead. Light then turned to the woman. "I don't care that you take the food, but if you really need some, come by the Burt Square PD. We have shelter and food for everyone, so if you need help, go there. For now, take care of your kids." Light left, the woman staring after him, wondering how he knew she has kids.
The next day, Light went back to the hideout. There, he saw the woman and her two sons, dead. A quick check showed that they died of stab wounds. Nearby, was a bag with unopened can foods, along with a note that said "I'm sorry" Light cursed. He then burned the bodies, and took the bag. Such a sad moment, he thought bitterly. It seems I just can't save everyone.
Making it back to the station, he noticed a number of dead bodies outside. He pulled out his revolver, as Paul hissed from a boarded up window. "Get in!" Light was quickly ushered in.
"What happened sergeant?" asked Light, glancing at Hunter. "They managed to break in. Six survivors dead, and Morris is dead. One of our best marksman, sir," He said, in a defeated voice. "On the good note, however, we managed to call for help, and the miltary evacuated the wounded and civilians." Light stared. "Then why are you still here?" Thor, Jack, Paul, Hunter, Bob, Susan, Hope, Julia, Elliot, and a few others came into the room. "We stayed to help you, sir," Hunter responded.
