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Post by k80 on Sept 11, 2012 18:25:49 GMT -5
Lisa flinched slightly as his knuckles brushed against her ankle. She had her hands over her eyes, screaming la la la la la in her head the whole time. Needles freak her out and as soon as she saw the length that was coming out of his body... that had been IN him for years, decades even, she.... she couldn't watch. Apparently it was all over, she looked up and Alice's hands were drenched, it really was a shame that the tap wasn't working for them to get cleaned up. "It's still bleeding. You could do a tiny cauterization on that with the rest of the  , good job on that by the way, Alice, splitting it that way, I've never seen anyone actually pull that off!" "It'll hurt like hell, but it's better than bleeding everywhere, the scent might be tempting to the... well.... I've seen them when they see blood, back when I first encountered them at the station, it's.... it's so much worse, so violent, so.... We just need to stop the bleeding is all." She looked through drawers searching for a first aid kit, band-aids, napkins, anything to bandage the wound, hobbling around frantically, but finding nothing. Cauterization would be the only way to stop it. Usually you would only want to do that to a bullet wound, or severed limb, something bad or life-threatening, but if things went the same way they did at the station... Lisa was at her desk, the office was mostly empty as a lot of people were coming down with something, calling in sick.
There was a sudden outburst as some of her colleagues, the ones that actually got to leave the precinct, struggled with a cuffed man they were towing in to be processed, he was getting violent with them and there was a bustle of people trying to help them keep him under control.
"Damn bastard bit me!"
"That's assaulting a police officer, add it to the lineup"
"Fuck man, that shit smarts"
"Are you bleeding? Go sit down, we've got him"
Lisa hates it when they have violent crimes that come through, they always want to make a scene, fight the man. She goes back to the background check she was forwarding, and a file lands on her desk with a post-it, the main form of communication between the deskers.
She opens the folder just as a spurt of blood sprays across her papers, spraying a red mist in its wake.
She jumps back and sees the man from earlier running through the office, cuffed arms flailing back and forth rhythmically, the man who had just dropped off that very folder lay on the ground, twitching, his carotid ripped clean out, the source of the spray.
"Roger! Oh my god!" she screamed, knocking over her chair.
Someone tackled the cuffed man, adding murder and evading arrest to his docket.
In a few minutes, the blood, everyone covered in blood became the primary targets for infected, they smelled it, ran for it, ripped you to shreds to see more of it. They were obsessed with blood.
Lisa felt shame rush over her for locking herself in the evidence room as her colleagues were slaughtered, but she didn't have a service weapon, she couldn't do them any good, she hid and that was the best she could do. |
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