“Damn, I feel like I’m in a buddy
cop movie.”
Matt wasn’t thrilled with having to
sit in the front seat of the police car, sandwiched between the brothers Connor
and Chance, but from what that list from the CDC said it beat getting infected.
The cop in the back seat was still unconscious and despite CJ’s best attempts
couldn’t be roused. His bitten arm had been bandaged but that was all they
could do.
Matt glanced down at the
policeman’s belt in his lap. He’d holstered the cop’s pistol he’d grabbed off
the street back near the hotel, but he still felt awkward in putting the belt
on. It felt to him that if he did that, he’d take an irreversible step in this
crisis. Almost as if by that act it would make the night’s horrors a grim
reality.
“Hey!” Connor’d been flipping
through the police radio and caught what sounded like an announcement. All
three listened as a mechanical voice stated:
“…The Tyson City airport has been
closed. All first responders are encouraged to maintain distance from infected
individuals. Do not bring any injured to the East Texas Central Medical Center,
as the riots there are still ongoing. Contact TCCM for additional advisories.”
The message continued on a loop,
with uncertainty growing among the trio. Chance had found a brief hotspot and
used his smart phone to find GPS directions to a nearby clinic just two blocks
down, one block over. Unfortunately the signal had been lost immediately
afterwards.
Curiously there are only a few cars
on the road, though there seems to be more pedestrian traffic than expected
this late at night.
Your moves, gents!
Zombie Chow
