Roger listened to Elliott blather on with the cops.
Yeah, whatever. They’re the reason for the problem.
The system was broken, and now it was starting to bite back…literally. There was nothing these blind sheep of law enforcement were going to fix now. This was a problem for the people to solve. That’s the principle that the 10 commandments of the United States of America were written on: “For the people, by the people, save the people.”
Yeah, it went something like that.
He scratched at the back of his head and rolled his eyes as the others just kept yammering on and on. Christ, didn’t they know it was time for action? Shavian walked closer, her eyes narrowed at the door. Even she knew that it was time to go.
“I hate to break up the party, ahh the retirement party, but if you notice over my left shoulder, we are running out of cops, “ Roger said, and turned to watch.
It wasn’t a lie, the place was coming apart as police and criminals tried to fight off the walking dead that were pouring back in. Those that were smart enough were already running past them deeper into the station.
“Jesus nailed to a cross and tossed down a hill!” Captain Cannon said, jumping forward and pulling out his pistol, a very large and very not regulation magnum.
“Save the ammo Captain, this place is a lost cause, and we need to get out of here before it becomes our graves too,” Roger said, and pointed for the hall. “Being as you destroyed my van and confiscated my guns, perhaps the police, in their wisdom, could offer me the use of one of your SWAT vans?”
The Captain looked at him, Higgins watching silently next to Elliott. “Perhaps I should remind you that you and your friends were taken into custody for a violent kidnapping?”
“You can’t charge me with kidnapping myself!” Shavian said jumping up and down on the balls of her feet like a spoiled child.
One of the zombies grabbed Elliott by the shoulder and Higgins levied his pistol over Elliott’s right shoulder and put one bullet through the zombie’s head, dropping it.
“Nooo, my good ear!” Elliott said, cupping his hands to it.
“Captain, I’d suggest that you reconsider our previous statement that we were simply acting in self-defense?” Roger said, as cool as he could with Elliott hopping in pain on one side of him and Shavian hopping in anger on the other. “We are nothing if not capable.”
Higgins cocked a brow, but the Captain considered them a moment. “You’ve been stealing rifles for a year because of a zombie invasion?”
Roger went pale, “Well an invasion,” he mumbled.
“Higgins.”
“Captain?”
“Get these kids to the trucks, I’m going to round up as many of the officers as I can and we make for the Vancouver station. We need to get across that river before they close it!”
“Sir.” Higgins reached for Shavian, but she shrugged him off.
“Next person that touches me gets kicked,” she said, and walked past him. Her arms up to keep from having to touch anyone.
Elliott not hearing stumbled after her like a lost puppy. “Shavian! Wait! We should hold hands! You know, to make sure we don’t get separated…”
Roger walked up to Higgins. “Trust me, the show between those two only gets better. Now why don’t you show me your sweet armored truck?”