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Chapter 1: A Fresh Start

Richmond, Virginia 9:15PM

Lisa Winters slowly rinsed off the dishes from the evening meal as she casually stared out the kitchen window. Rain slowly streams down the window of their new Richmond apartment.
"This storm doesn’t look like it is going to let up any time soon." She yells to her husband.
"The news said that there is a tropical storm moving through the area, they are expecting a few outages in parts of the city." Bryan calls back as he opens another moving box.
It is late September, the young couple just moved from Washington DC to Richmond, Virginia. Bryan left his aerospace engineering job at Wallops’ Island to take a senior engineer position at a new aerospace company called Corsair Concepts. It was an ambitious move for someone only 26 years old.
She puts the last plate into the dishwasher before heading upstairs to change.
“Which box did you put the flashlights in?” Bryan calls from downstairs
“Ah…..they should be in the box with your tools”
“No I already looked in tha….here they are.” He exclaims as he pulls two Maglites from the box.
He smiles as he looks up towards the staircase and sees Lisa return from upstairs wearing a green wool sweater and cotton pajama pants with little turtles on them. It is unseasonably cold, which is intensified by the storm. She hops onto the couch and turns on the TV.
“Don’t be TOO eager to help” Bryan jokes as he throws one of the pillows at her.
“I don’t want to exert myself; I have my interview in the morning at MCV.” She grins
Lisa had just finished her Bachelor’s degree in nursing only a few months earlier, and with their move decided to apply at the local hospital.

“There is civil unrest this evening in the Nation’s capital after the Tropical storm Perry left several areas without power.”

Bryan moves to the couch and watches as images on the television show the National Guard in riot gear trying to subdue a crowd looting stores. A few people were carried away on stretchers with bloody bandages over parts of their body.
“I swear I don’t know what gets into people sometime” Lisa says as she shakes her head.
“See aren’t you glad we moved now, a new city and a new begining” Bryan says and kisses her on the forehead.

“Sometime early this afternoon large groups of people began wreaking havoc on Washington, the National Guard was called in to quell the uprisings.“

Bryan grabs the remote and turns off the TV. “I think we’ve had just about enough of that, I think we should go to bed. We both have big days tomorrow.”

He grabs his wife’s hand and the two retire to the bedroom.

Woodlawn, Northern Virginia 10:27 PM

Sergeant Chris Jacobs of the Woodlawn Police department is mixed in with other Police officers and members of the National Guard as they try and suppress what is the most violent riot he has ever witnessed. The mob is full of bloody people, some of which seem not to realize their wounds. “Hold the line!” one of the Guard officers calls as they launch tear gas into the group. It seems to have no effect as the riot presses forward. Jacobs is armed with a Remington 870 patrol shotgun loaded with XREP tazor rounds. “Get ready!” . Jacobs aims his shotgun between the door and body of his Crown Victoria police cruiser. The violent group overpowers the police blockades as the officers begin to fire their non-lethal ammunition. As the riot pushes through the police lines he watches horrified as the people attack the officers. Jacobs yells to his partner “What the hell is wrong with these people!” The radio cracks and he hears the order to use live ammunition. He looks up just in time to see his partner get bitten on the neck. “Luke!” He tries to reach his partner but the blank stare shows the life has already gone from his body. His killer turns and looks at Chris with blacked bloodshot eyes and begins to approach him. Chris loads a slug into his shotgun, takes aim, and fires.

Richmond, Virginia 6:00 AM

Beep Beep Beep. Bryan smacked the alarm clock and turned off the alarm. 6:00,
“Come on Lisa, time to get up.”
She grumbles and rolls back over. He grabs the blanket and pulls it off her.
“Hey!” she yells and shoots him a dirty look.
He jumps on her and playfully kisses her until the agrees to get up. The two shower and begin to get dressed.

He puts on his Grey Citizen Eco-drive watch and looks at himself, Lisa walks over putting in her final earing and looks at him through the mirror.
“How do I look.” He asks
“Stunning” She replies as she adjusts his tie.

The two eat breakfast and leave for work. They walk to their cars together and Bryan hits the unlock button of his new Jaguar XK8. The car beeps and Lisa shoves him. “You spoiled brat.”
Bryan grins, “Perks of the new job.” He kisses her and opens the door to his car. She is about to get in her Scion when she yells to Bryan, “Now remember I might be late, if I get the job they are going to start me on my first shift tonight." He smiles at her and nods.

Turn Right on Airfield Drive. The electronic voice of the cars GPS says and Bryan pulls up to the Corsair Concepts building at Chesterfield County Airport. He takes one last look in the mirror, takes a deep breath and gets out of the car.

He walks into the lobby of the small company’s hanger/office facility. It has white marble tiles with light gray wall paper. The reception desk is made of a coffee color wood. There is a skylight above the center of the lobby flooding everything with what little sunlight there was on the overcast day. His footsteps echo as he walks up and is greeted by Courtney. She is the receptionist and daughter of the company’s founder, Elliot Koffman. She is drop dead gorgeous with blue eyes and light blonde hair, a real heart breaker. She is wearing a fuzzy white camisole and a short black skirt which showed off her amazing legs.
“Hi Courtney, My name is Bryan Winters, this is my first day and I’m suppose to meet with Mr. Koffman.”
“Right this way.” She smiles.
The two walk down the hallway to a large conference room where several employees are eating doughnuts, she taps Elliot on the shoulder, “Daddy this is Mr. Winters your new employee.”
He whipped the icing off the side of his mouth and mumbles, “Nice to meet you.” in between bites. They shake hands and begin a tour of the facility. They end the tour with the engineering/manufacturing facility. It is a large hanger where the company builds their small civil aviation composite aircraft. The signature feature of each plane is the inverted gull wing like that of the F4U Corsair WWII fighter, hence the companies name.
“This is where you will be working” Koffman says as they walk up to an area covered with CAD blueprints, multiple computers, a light table and a full size plotter. Bryan notices across the hanger that Courtney and another female employee are whispering to each other looking at him. He gives them a smile and they giggle. As Elliot Koffman explains his first assignment their attention is drawn to the TV in the hanger with a special news brief. Everyone seems to stop working as the volume on the TV is raised.

“…This is the first time since the sniper attacks of 2002 that the city of Washington DC has been closed. National Guard units and the United States Army have been called up and a full scale blockade has been set around the city. No one is being let in, or out due to these violent outbreaks. Similar riots have been noticed in other parts of the country including Los Angeles, Chicago and Atlanta. The president has declared a state of emergency, and is being flown to an undisclosed location. We will return with more updates as we receive them”

“As if we didn’t have enough to worry about from other countries.” Elliot says as he shakes his head.

Washington DC 12:30 PM

Sergeant Jacobs is speeding down a back alley in his police cruiser with another officer Mark Doyle. “What the hell are these things?” Mark asks as he reloads his service revolver.
“I don’t know, they are people…but….but they are acting like cannibals.” Jacobs relpies
This is dispatch all units are requested to regroup at your respective pricents and await further instructions.“Everyone back to base? How can we help protect our people if no one is going to be out on the street.”
Jacobs looks out the window, “At this rate, if we stay out much longer, there wont be anyone left on the street.”
 
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Chapter 2: We’ve Never Seen Anything Like This Before

Richmond, Virginia 3:00 PM

Bryan was busy working on the preliminary design for the fuel system of Corsair Concepts new 6 seater the “Firefly”, when the TV once again captured everyones attention. The sounds of airdrills, rivet guns and paint guns gave way to silence and coughing. The newscaster had a pale look on his face as he gave the update on the breaking story of the violent outbreaks.

“ Homeland Security is scheduled to make an announcement any minute now about the recent outbreaks of violence in the greater Washington DC area. We have been told that anyone in our viewing area should remain calm, but stay indoors. If you are at work, stay at work, if you are at home stay in your homes and secure any entrances. It is not known at this time if the riots have been connected to terrorist activity, but rumors have circulated that the outbreak have been caused by local terrorist cells aiming at creating civil unrest throughout the United States. There have been reports that there has been cannibalistic behavior from some of the rioters, however there is no footage to back these clams at this time. Units have been recalled from Iraq to help with riot control from the affected areas. We must urge you all to stay calm…….folks…. we’ve never seen anything like this before”

“This is bad” Bryan says to one of his co workers. They all look on in disbelief as Elliot Koffman walks into the hanger, “Everyone, take a half day.” They look at each other with mixed emotions of excitement to be getting off work early, but dismay over the situation that is so close to home.

Bryan walks in the door of his apartment and tosses the keys into the tray next to the door. His black cat Zasha jumps up on the counter and begins to purr loudly at the unexpected early arrival. After removing his business jacket, he looks at the refrigerator. He hears a noise from upstairs and leans to look towards the staircase. Lisa comes running down the stairs dressed in her baby blue scrubs.

“I take it you got the job.” Bryan says smiling

Lisa jumps, startled. “I was asked to start immediately due to an increase in patients. It seems that hospitals all over the Virginia and Maryland area are to receive victims from the riots as the local hospitals were filled beyond what there were equipped for. Why are you home so early?”
Bryan opens the refrigerator and looks for something to eat. After settling on a peanut butter sandwich, he removes his tie and answers his wife “Half day, seems everyone’s jumpy about this Washington thing.” She says goodbye and heads toward the door, Bryan lifts his sandwich to say good bye.

Washington DC 8:20 PM

Police Chief Rick Compton is standing in front of the full briefing room full of anxious officers. As he takes the podium they all begin to shout questions at him. “What’s going on sir.” “Why are we all called in here instead of out on the street.” “What’s the plan Chief?” Chief Compton motions for them to be quiet and begins his briefing.

“Gentlemen, I have received information from the Department of Defense that this is more than just some riot. What I am about to tell you all is classified, however in lew of recent events D.O.D. felt it prudent to inform us of what we are up against. Apparently the Tropical storm we had 2 nights ago caused a vehicle accident at an undisclosed government facility. The convoy was carrying a pathogen code named Pandora 347. It is a virus that reacts with the amygdale and the hypothalamus. It overloads these parts of the brain causing an inconceivable amount of rage. Its purpose was to create chaos for the enemy so that it would destroy itself and render it incapable of continuing warfare with our troops…..The duration of these effects are classified. Regular Army is going to have the prime responsibility of containment. I am told we are supposed to just “Sit this one out” But I say to hell with the Army, these are our people, we will protect them. I am assigning you all to units based on badge number, each unit will be assigned a color and sector to patrol. I am told that these people under the influence of Pandora cannot be reasoned with, and cannot be controlled. Transfer of the agent is capable through blood contact or through the mucus membranes. Lethal force is authorized, but please, use your own judgment.”

As the room began to file out, Sergeant Jacobs walked up to Compton, “What do you think of this sir?”

“I think this is a load of crap D.O.D conjured up to save their own ass. Anger is one thing, but this…..This mess is something far worse than they are letting on.”

“Sir, I was there at the first outbreak, I put a shotgun slug strait through a man, and he kept coming, I’ve heard of druggies high on Meth or crack take a few shots and keep coming, but a shotgun hit to center of mass, he should have been dead”

“….. at least they got one thing right.”

“Whats that sir?”

“They named this thing Pandora.”

Richmond, Virginia 11:25 PM

As Bryan waits for his wife to return home, he continues to unpack his things. He comes to his collection of books, and sorts them in his study, he decides to turn on the TV to see if there is an update on the “Washington Situation” As the picture slowly comes into focus, there is a map of the Eastern seaboard on the map, there is a red area around Washington DC that extends past Baltimore, and through Richmond. Bryan drops his books as he sees this and runs towards the TV. He turns up the volume and listens carefully to the broadcasters voice.

"Everyone is urged to stay indoors. Reports have come in that this is an epidemic, sources who request not to be named have informed us that the cause of this civil unrest is a virus. Code named Pandora 347 it causes the host to go into a fit of rage that destroys anything in its path. If you see some one that appears to be infected do not approach them, notify the authorities immediately. We have been told by the CDC that this infection spreads through blood contact and contact with saliva or the mucus membranes. It is…”

The broadcast trails off as Bryan grabs his keys and heads for the door. He calls his wife on her cell phone, but there is no answer, just the voicemail. As he reaches for the doorknob, he pauses. Turning he runs back towards the study, he trips over a box and his cellphone flies from his hands. He gets up and tears through boxes, moving them out of his way until he reaches his destination, his gun safe. He opens it up and looks inside. His mind is frantic as he reaches inside. No need for a long gun, he grabs his 1911 and checks the chamber, its empty, on the top shelf he grabs 4 clips and a box of ammunition, scattering some of the contents on the floor he closes the slide on the first round of a fresh clip, and slides the gun into the back of his pants. He looks up at the TV in time to hear the announcers voice..

“Road blocks have be placed throughout the city of Richmond. It is not known what the condition is however there have been reports of outbreaks, authorities are taking every precaution to ensure the safety of the community. The downtown area including the VCU and MCV districts have been closed.”

His head is spinning, he forgets his jacket, there is no time for that, he rushes outside towards his car. But he forgot his cellphone. As he starts the car and pulls out of the parking garage it rings. Sitting on the floor of his apartment, the vibrations intrigue the cat to rub against it, causing the face to flip open. It is Lisa, she is crying “Bryan, hello, Bryan you have to help me, they are everywhere, I don’t know what’s going on, I’ve locked myself inside a closest. The patients they, they are going crazy, they bit the doctor, they tried to get me.” Pounding on the door can be heard, she screams and the phone goes silent.
 
For what it's worth...I find it very difficult, even annoying, to read anything written in the present tense.
 
I really like the story, and the end of chapter two is great. So... call out of work, stop going to classes.... just finish this story! :)
 
Chapter 3: The Rescue

Richmond Virginia 11:30PM

Bryan Winter’s Jaguar flew down the streets at blistering speeds. A quick check of the map showed that the hospital was only 3 miles away. “Hold on Lisa, I’m coming for you.” He whispered. As he turned on the radio he wondered why he hadn’t encountered a police blockade yet. Then it hit him, he was already inside the quarantine zone. The radio crackled and hissed until he found a news station that was still broadcasting.

“Authorities are now advising that anyone inside the city should remain where they are, the outlying counties of the Richmond area are to be evacuated to safe zones after treatment for infection. Road blocks are in place at any and all roads leading out of the city, citizens are urged not to approach these roadblocks as they have been ordered to shoot on sight. Those still in the city are advised to find a safe place to hid in their homes and await contact from Army sweeper units. At which point they will be escorted out of the city.”

He looks down at the GPS to see where the next turn is, Broad Street is 2 blocks away, and then it is a mile stretch down the VCU district to the hospital. He looks up with just enough time to see the stranded car in the middle of the road; he hits the breaks and swerves. But the road was still wet, and he was speeding. The Jaguar jumped the curb, slid across the sidewalk and slammed into a Lamp post. The last thing Bryan heard is the sound of shattering glass and twisting metal before the airbags deployed. Then everything went black, and it was quiet.

Washington DC 12:00 AM – Midnight

Sergeant Jacobs and his new partner Mark Doyle coast through the abandoned streets of Green Sector in DC. Their patrol section included Capitol Hill, Penn Quarter and the National Mall. Jacobs swung around the patrol car’s sport light and searched for any survivors. There is trash strewn about through the streets. Many shops had broken windows from the riots. Where was everyone Jacobs kept asking himself. But he knew the answer: Pandora. He didn’t know it, but he would soon come face to face with more people than he ever would have cared to find. The problem was these people were already dead.

“Strange seeing it like this, no one out….It’s like the end of the world.” Doyle said as he looked out the window in the opposite direction of Jacobs
“Here we were being trained for dirty bombs, terrorist attacks, but nothing like this……nothing like this.”
“What was that?” Doyle pointed towards the entrance to the Metro.
“Where? I don’t see anything.” Jacobs moved the spotlight onto the Metro entrance with just enough time to see someone go down. “Let's go” He said, then put the police cruiser in park and got out.
“Dispatch this is Officer 455293 investigating possible survivor at the Smithsonian Metro Entrance”

“Copy Officer 455293 this is dispatch, approach with extreme caution.”

Chris fumbled with the keys as he opened the trunk to get the patrol shotgun.
He checked to make sure the shotgun was loaded as Officer Doyle drew his Colt Detective Special. 6 shots of .38 special, all full. They crossed the street, guns at the ready, as they turned towards the entrance of the Metro they noticed that even though the power was still on, the initial riot paired with the storm had taken out some of the overhead florescent lights. Doyle spit out his toothpick, and Jacobs cocked his shotgun. Then the two descended down into the Metro station.

Richmond, Virginia 12:30 AM

The airbag slowly came into focus in a blur of lights and shadows as Bryan regained conciseness. It took him a second to realize where he was. He could barely make out the figure that approached his car. It reeked of rotting flesh, like when you leave meat in the trash for too long. He called out for help, but the person did not respond. Then suddenly things came into focus. The man was wearing a Richmond City Police uniform, but it was covered in blood. He seemed to stagger towards the car. Bryan looked down, the man had a broken ankle and his arm had been torn away to the bone. “What the hell” Bryan cried, he tried to reach for his pistol, but the dead officer kept creeping closer. His eyes were blackened and bloodshot. Bryan’s hand was stuck between the seatbelt; he scrambled to search his backside. As the zombie reached his window, Bryan’s hand felt the cold steel of the 1911’s slide. He swung the pistol around just as the zombie reached in the car. A .45 caliber bullet at point blank range caught the zombie in the bottom of the mouth. The shot puffed out his cheeks as the bullet passed through into the brain. In what seemed like slow motion, the bullet exited the back of the zombies head spewing shards of bone, chunks of rotting flesh, and what looked like a black liquid. The zombie dropped like a rag doll. The shot had speckled Bryan with the blackened blood. He sat there in disbelief for a second before remembering Lisa, he was still almost a mile away, and she needed his help.

Lisa heard an explosion and the lights died inside the supply room on the 5th floor of the MCV hospital. Whoever was at the door had lost interest, probably after finding an easier meal. The only weapon she had was a scalpel from the surgery she had assisted that afternoon. She replayed the events in her head. How could someone who died on the table come back to life less than a minute later? Life? Is that what you would call it? The patient had sat up with enough time to bite into the throat of the attending doctor. It tore the flesh away like a dog attacking its victim. The bite left a gaping wound where the doctor’s throat should have been. He had just enough time to reach up and hold his neck before his eyes glazed over. But then in the same kind of perverse manner as the patient, the doctor too leapt back up, unaffected by his wounds and tried to attack Lisa. That was nearly an hour ago, but the images kept playing in Lisa’s mind. She had to get out, she had to survive. Her cell phone was dead, no way to call for help. She looked up and prayed. As she opened her eyes she saw her way out: the ventilation system.

Bryan pulled himself from the car and looked around. As he stood up a piercing pain shot through his head. He checked his reflection in the spider cracked glass of the windshield, he had hit his head, and it had a large purple spot directly above his left eye. “So that’s what put me out.” He says to himself. He spotted a city map that was illuminated by one of the street lights. He jogged towards it and looked to see where he was. A flickering glow caught his attention. Down the road there was a car on fire; a pileup was blocking the street. He would have to go around if he was to reach the other side. He checked the map again, however the side street had a police barricade in place, it was abandoned, but to tall to climb over. He squints and sees an ally ahead, “looks like a winner,” he thinks. With 1911 in hand he heads for the ally. It is poorly lit; he doesn’t see the 5 zombies devouring their previous victim in the shadows. Unfortunately he wouldn’t see them until it was too late to turn around.

Lisa pulled the supply shelf closer to the overhead vent. It fell over with a loud crash and lands 3 inches from the closet door. The noise catches the attention of one of the janitors and he walks over to the closet, he tries to open the door but his hand can’t manage to turn the knob. Finally after pounding on the door he gets it open. He is only able to get part of his head through the crack, just enough so he can see through with one eye. He caught Lisa as she was pulling the grate off of the ventilation duct. She looked at him and in the dim light could make out his black bloodshot eye. She panicked. The sight of a fresh meal sent the zombie into a frenzy trying to make it into the room. As she pulled herself up into the duct, he was able to slip into the room by dislocating his shoulder. Her frantic effort caused her foot to catch the top of another shelf; it crashed down on the zombie. On the shelf was an incubator, the corner of it collided with the zombie’s skull. It smashed with the sound of an egg cracking and the zombie lay lifeless on the floor. A pool of black coagulated blood slowly seeped form the gaping head wound. Lisa looked around inside the duct; it was big enough for her to crawl in. She started moving in the direction she thought was the exit

With both hands on his 1911 and the safety off, Bryan entered the ally, it was about 50 feet long with a dumpster on the left and a loading dock on the right. It was quiet, too quiet. All he could hear over the sounds of his breath was the water dripping off the buildings and the wet footsteps of his leather soled Ralph Lauren dress shoes. He pauses 30 feet into the ally, “what was that?” he thinks, “scratching?” Then he noticed the lid on the dumpster move, Bryan got tunnel vision as he was fixated on the dumpster. With his finger on the trigger he opened the lid. Suddenly a raccoon jumped out from the dumpster and runs down the alley. “****.” Bryan said startled. When he turns around, he is staring into the eyes of a GRTC Transit Bus driver. He is fat and his skin is scattered with purple veins. The driver lunges at Bryan tackling him to the floor. His 1911 slides across the damp alleyway out of reach. He tries hitting the zombie, but it seems not to feel it. He remembered what the radio said, don’t let it bite you. While holding the zombie by the throat he looks for something to use, there is a lead pipe lying next to the dumpster. It is an old water pipe that was replaced from the next door building after the seal around the valve burst. With all his might Bryan cracked the zombie on the back of his head. The hungry moans subside, and the black bloodshot eyes curl into the back on his mangled head. Bryan was still alive, for now. He took his feet and walked over to his 1911, the sounds of moaning comes from both ends of the ally. All of the noise attracted the zombies in the area, they crept at him in staggering numbers, He was trapped, and his only hope was the loading dock to the tobacco warehouse next door. The door is locked; he banged on the door and called for help. “This is it he thought, I’m a goner” as the zombies closed in, then suddenly there was a click, and the door opened up, he fell in, the door was slammed shut. He was now staring down the barrel of a silenced P99. It was wielded by a beautiful brunet wearing a short red dress; her name is Ava Gibson, contract killer.

Lisa slowly crawled through the ducts of the 5th story surgical ward at the MCV hospital. She peered through each grate as she looked for a safe place to exit. The first one dropped into the main corridor, broken light ballast swung from the ceiling, which caused a shower of sparks to fall every few seconds. The next was one of the many recovery rooms. Inside lay a half eaten corpse of a 13 year old boy. What was once a doctor and nurse was now devouring the remains of a 45 year old heart transplant patient. The EKG machine was still plugged in, though there was no sign of a pulse. The last vent in the duct came to a small room with video monitors. It was the security office for the 5th floor. Inside sat Winston Harvey; an African American retired cop turned security guard. He stared at the monitors cursing to himself. She kicked out the vent which startled him. He drew his Smith and Wesson J-frame at her. She grinned and asked “Would you mind a little company.”

“Lady you almost gave me a heart attack, I didn’t think there was anyone else left alive in this building”, the old security guard said as he helped her down from the vent.

The security office was a safe room. The door was clad with peg locks and an electronic key pad. Nothing could get through the door. Inside was a mini-fridge, bulletin board with old postings of equal opportunity employment and an old company picnic poster. There were dusty filing cabinets and the monitors for all the cameras on the fifth floor. “Your safe for now” Winston told Lisa, then pointing to the monitors he said “But I don’t know how we will ever get out of this mess.” The monitors showed the entire hospital teaming with zombies. Some in small groups some by themselves. He thumbed through the cameras on a Data-tech keyboard. “This is why the power went out,” The image on the computer showed a Medivac helicopter had crashed into the hospitals backup generator. “We are on emergency power, which is enough to run the lights and monitors for about 12 hours.”

Ava helped Bryan off the floor. “You are lucky to be alive” she tells him “I could of let you die, but when I saw you were packing….well I can always use another shooter.”
“Gee thanks” Bryan said sarcastically and rolled his eyes. “I’m Bryan; I’m headed for the hospital where my wife works. I think she might be in trouble.”
“The hospital, HA! She is in trouble all right, but she is probably too far gone for you to save her.”
“I must try, I can’t leave without her.” Bryan replied
Ava eyed Bryan then said with a smirk, “Pity, you’re kind of cute.”

The abandoned tobacco warehouse is Ava’s hid out; she is a contract killer, a hired gun. She had just gotten home from a hit on a Columbian drug lord when the epidemic began. The whole place is a loft style building, 2 levels complete with private shooting range, armory, living quarters and small private gym. They walk down the brick hallway into the main living room. The furniture has a modern elegance to it. There is a 52” Plasma screen TV on the wall, and two deep brown leather couches. The floors are hardwood with a soft white rug in the middle. Under the glass coffee table lay souvenirs from each of the jobs done by the hitgirl. They walk through the living room and down into the second open half of the warehouse. Down the metal stairs is the armory. Here Ava tells Bryan to restock on ammunition.

“This is quite a collection you have here, M-21, G36 that can’t be legal.” He laughs continuing along the armory he notices a CheyTac M-200. “What exactly do you do Ava?”

She grins as she sipped a cup of coffee, “Let’s just say when the government or whoever has a problem with someone, and they can’t do anything about it…..They call me and I “Alleviate the problem”, the .45 ammo is over there on the left”

Bryan reloads his 1911 and takes a few extra clips in a tactical belt. “Look Ava, I appreciate your help, but I need to get to my wife. I don’t expect you to come, but what is the quickest way to the hospital?”

She grabs her G36, and tosses Bryan an MP5, “We will take the roof, I’m bored sitting here by myself, I was popping zombies up top with my Remington 700 LTR, but rescuing your wife sounds like a suitable adventure,” She grabbed a few more magazines and a tactical vest. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

The pair climbed the rickety old iron fire escape that leads to the roof. There are a few spend .300 casings littered on the roof top. No doubt they are from Ava’s previous “fun”. They set off across the building tops. It is colder now, and with the drop in adrenaline Bryan starts to shiver. “Damnit, I knew I should have remembered my coat”

Washington DC 2:00 AM

Sergeant Jacobs and Officer Doyle slowly descend into the darkness that was once the Smithsonian entrance to the DC Metro subway. The few remaining overhead lights flicker like little strobe lights as the two walk along the dull tile covered floor. The walls are adorned with light tan spackle, and every few yards are billboards, each advertising a now seemingly pointless product. Even though it has only been 2 days, these seem like relics from a distant past. Trash litters the walkway, not uncommon for the metro at night. As the pair enter the track platform, Jacobs calls out, “Hello, is anyone down here.” He doesn’t know if the footsteps he heard were real, or if his mind was just playing tricks on him. Then a noise that starts low and grows louder is heard.

“What’s that?” Doyle whispers
Jacobs listens for a second than says, “I don’t know, it almost sounds like……like the subway.”
“I thought Transit shut them down before the storm.” Doyle stated
“They did,” Jacobs replied

Just then a 3 car metro shot through the station, at almost full speed, the piercing sound of metal squealing on metal as the wheels sparked and almost jumped the track. The metro driver was slumped over the controls, on board were zombies pounding on the window. The driver must have thought that the trains would be a safe place to hide. He hadn’t been dead long, he wouldn’t be dead much longer.

Doyle jumped as the radio came through with an inaudible frantic transmission.

“Shhhhhhh………I don’t…….. Shhhhhhhhh we can’t hold out much longer…shhhhhh….we need……shhhhhhhhh….my god they lied to us….shhhhhhhhhhh.” There was the sound of gunfire and the transmission stopped.

After sweeping the metro station they were sure it was clear, as they turned for the exit she saw the outlines of figures creeping down the stairs. They weren’t people, people don’t moan like that. They were zombies. Doyle turned to Jacobs, “I think coming down here was a mistake Sir.”

Richmond Virginia 2:00 AM

As Bryan and Ava reached 5th street, they had to climb down from their haven on the roof tops. The street was too wide to jump; the only way to cross was on ground level. There were already Zombies scattered here and there. “They seem to only be attracted to sudden movements and noises,” Ava whispered. “So be quiet and move slowly.” As they were about to cross the narrow one way street, headlights appeared.

“Look out!” Bryan cried, as he grabbed Ava and the two fell to the side.

A black late model Jeep Wrangler flew past, they were able to catch a glimpse of the driver, he wasn’t moving, blood streamed out of his mouth and a hole in his neck, with the accelerator jammed to the floor, the jeep crashed into the VCU dorm building across the street, erupting in a fireball. The flash and loud explosion caught the attention of almost all the zombies within a 5 block radius.

“RUN!” Ava screamed as she opened up with a burst from her G36. With a stream of zombies in trail, the two bolted the last 2 blocks down Broad Street to the main entrance of the MCV hospital. Ambulance lye on its side where it overturned and careened into the glass vestibule of the hospital’s entrance. They slipped under the gate of the employee parking deck, and headed for the back door of the hospital. Lying in a heap in the corner was a man in a doctor’s coat. His tag read Dr. Hess Neurologist. He had put a bullet in his head. But they couldn’t be concerned with the doctor, they needed his key card. Bryan stepped up to the electronic lock, slid the card, and the door clicked, beeped, and a green light appeared on the scanner. They were in.

Back in the Security office Lisa was resting her head on the desk of the video monitoring station. Thumbing through cameras she came to the one that overlooked the Employee entrance Level B2 where two people had just entered. At the sight of her husband’s face on the monitor she squealed with joy. He was here, he was safe, and he was coming to save her.
 
not bad, some things seem pretty out of place. the whole contract killer thign is a bit of a stretch. and honestly what self respecting hired assasin is gunna wear a red dress during the zombie apocolypse.
 
Smokingboomstick, it's quite simple... don't read them. Many people here DO enjoy these stories.

To Garandowner, great story so far, keep it coming.
 
I enjoy the zombie stories. I once had a visitor to my in Springfield townhouse comment that he knew where he was coming when the zomie hoards stared coming. and I have heard that from more than one person.
 
It seems like the perspective of the author keeps changing. Sometimes you say "he runs" and sometime it's "he ran". You've got to keep that one consistent.

And the contract killer thing made me stop reading and say "oh brother" out loud.

"It was wielded by a beautiful brunet wearing a short red dress; her name is Ava Gibson, contract killer."

"She had just gotten home from a hit on a Columbian drug lord when the epidemic began."

"Under the glass coffee table lay souvenirs from each of the jobs done by the hitgirl."

"Ava eyed Bryan then said with a smirk, “Pity, you’re kind of cute.”"
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Oh and the cliche-tastic line:
It was quiet, too quiet. All he could hear over the sounds of his breath was the water dripping off the buildings and the wet footsteps of his leather soled Ralph Lauren dress shoes.
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It's just too much. I couldn't take that. I did my best to ignore it.
Other that the perspective inconsistencies and the whole international-killer-babe thing, it has potential. I would recommend marking the transitions between stories, like the guy, the nurse, and the police, with ****** or something. Just using paragraph breaks like normal can get confusing.

Keep going! :D
 
Im still working on it, Im just writing it in Word, and proofreading it more before posting on here so there wont be akward sentences and such. I had the plot pretty much planned out but Im thinking of changing it a little, also rewriting parts of CH 3. Lots of feedback not liking a contract killer. ( Ive been watching too much Burn Notice) hehe dont worry there is more to come. I will prob have the next few chapters posted by Friday
 
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