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or something.” There was an obvious fear in her voice that illustrated the undisputable truth to her words.
    This wasn’t a prank. There really was something going on here. The police station really was empty! And, people were either dead or dying!
    But, the most important question that occurred to me was not about other peoples’ well-being. No. It was this: what happened to me?

Chapter 6
    Sitting in the large desk-filled room, probably the part of the police station where officers processed arrests and took written statements, with my back against the wall to the front foyer I had much to mull over. Up until a few moments ago I was under the firm belief that my predicament was all part of an elaborate prank of which I was the sole target. However, my body’s recent behavior, of which I had little control, toward the dying police officer in the foyer had dashed that belief to pieces. My body, of its own volition, had decided to feed on the wounded, dying man. It was only through a supreme act of will that I was able to shove myself away from the suffering man.
    Pam had also informed me that there seemed to be some kind of ‘zombie invasion’ happening. What was happening to me? How long had I been asleep? This made no sense to me!
    I mean, how could any of this even be happening? I asked myself. There was no such thing as a zombie. Right? They were just the machinations of horror novelists and superstitious fools. Weren’t they?
    The cop started coughing roughly. “Byron?” It was Pam. I could hear that there was concern in her voice. “Byron, are you still there?”
    “Yeah. I am,” I said just under my breath, surprised that I could still speak without major impediment!
    Her voice lowered to just above a whisper. “Good.” I was astonished to hear that there was actual relief in her voice. “What can we do about this cop? I don’t think he’s going to make it.” Remembering what I had seen of his wound, I knew that she was right! I was also disgusted with myself that my mouth started to water uncontrollably and the burning in my gut grew as I thought of the officer’s wound.
    Wiping the saliva from my mouth I responded. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.” I hung my head. “He’s going to die without proper medical attention. I’ve only had one first-aid class and am no way qualified to help him.”
    Pam leapt at this comment. “Yeah, but at least you can do SOMETHING! You could maybe help stop the bleeding?”
    “I Can’t!” I said to her forcefully, knowing that I couldn’t trust my body anywhere near the officer. “I can’t go near him. The blood!”
    Pam was immediate with her response. “Then tell me what to do! If you can’t handle the blood, then let me do it! Please! I can’t just lay here and watch him die.”
    I agreed. I couldn’t sit there and let him die, either. Someone had to do something. I made my way closer to the doorway. The smell of the officer’s vital life blood pouring forth from his chest wound was irresistibly tantalizing. Oh God!
    This was insane!
    “Byron!” Pam called my name. I could hear the officer in the other room begin coughing uncontrollably. “Quickly! We have to do something!”
    I steeled myself. If I went in there, I knew that I couldn’t breathe. The smell was just too much! It made me ravenous with hunger…
    I held my breath, stood up and walked into the foyer. I had to do something to help the officer. I couldn’t just let him die!
    Pam was sitting with the officer - his head was cradled in her lap. His coughing had abated some and I could see blood around the corner of his mouth. But, his chest was still rising and falling – albeit shallow.
    I stepped forward as quickly as I could and began working with amazing speed. Holding my breath, I noticed that my body still responded to my commands instead of becoming a rogue agent.
    I looked around and saw some loose pieces of what appeared to be women’s clothing lying around the floor