The zombies were winning. It might have been a whole station full of cops, but they were facing an invasion by a mindless foe with no instinct for self-preservation. Shavian could not believe it: who in their right mind would attack a police station? Better question: who in their right mind would attack a police station with nothing more than their teeth?
They had to be on some kind of drugs. The cops pumped any man or woman that came too close to the makeshift line of desks full of bullets. One cop hesitated at shooting a child, but when the kid bit off his first two fingers, they too were shot with impunity. But as soon as cops stopped shooting them, the bodies would get back up and made their way in a slow shamble till they were cut down again by gunfire with not even a flinch. Clearly the tactics were not working as the horde was growing and cops were calling out for more ammo.
Junie walked up to Shavian whose mouth was hanging open in shock. The blonde had her cup of coffee in one hand and in her other she held out a pistol to Shavian; her own was tucked into her pants. “Seeee, zombies,” she said, with the serene look that Shavian was used to seeing.
“Is that really all it takes? Coffee?” Shavian asked, unmoving, still hugging the wastepaper basket.
“It’s the only think that makes Bob shut up,” Junie said looking over to observe how badly the fight was going, judging how much time they had.
“What? Who’s Bob?” Shavian frowned, pulling back from the gun, slapping it out of her hand, letting it clatter over the floor. She didn’t like the idea of the crazy woman pointing any part of it at her.
“Nothing, it’s time to go.” Junie rubbed her hands and walked away. With the keys that she’d gotten from the chewed up cop she opened the hold for the men’s cells.
It was bigger than the women’s side, with four individual cells, each one the size of the women’s. It was crowded in here: at least twenty people had been pulled in that night, all of them waiting for further processing.
Again getting left behind, Shavian grabbed the gun off the floor and ran to follow Junie, crazy or not. They stepped in and there were yells from the other detainees about wanting to make their phone call, others saying they were innocent and some saying they would sue for being held at all. The calls soon changed as the men found that it wasn’t cops at all but two women, and Shavian pressed against the back wall as the first cat calls came through. “Hey red, you can come stay in my cell!” This was a place that held no god.
Down on the end Elliott jumped forward through the cheering men to hold a hand out. “Junie, Junie! Over here! How in the world did you get out of your cell? What’s going on? Roger said they should have at least done a walk- through by now.”
“It’s too late Elliott,” Junie said placidly. “It’s only a matter of time before they have the station. The living dead are already taking Portland.”
“What?” Roger got up and pushed his way to the front so that he could hear as crowds were starting to become more riotous at the site of Shavian.
The redhead, remembering that she was armed, pulled her pistol up and pointed it at the cell. “The next man that even talks gets to meet their maker, you hear me?”
“I want to meet your maker, baby,” said someone in the back.
She then stepped in closer to Junie feeling her skin crawl. As Elliott looked over and smiled weakly at her she added, “I haven’t counted you out yet.”
“Enough! You can take the boy to task later, right now I need to know: what are you talking about, you damn Yank?” Roger said, his idea of playing peacekeeper.
“The zombies are taking the station, it won’t be long before they have the whole thing,” Junie said, still downing coffee as fast as she could.
“Ahh,” Roger said. “The van is blown, she’ll be moving no more. What we need is one of them SWAT trucks. Now that’s a lovely ride.”
Elliott started to raise his hand when Junie pulled out a blood covered police badge, pinning it to the front of her shirt and then pushing the key into the lock. She sang, “I chewed the sheriff, but I did not chew the deputy!”
“Doomed,” Shavian groaned.