out his pistol and cocked the chamber. "We save as many people as we can," he said, lifting the gun and staring through the sights. He pulled the trigger and his friend’s brains were an instant stain on the wall, his arms stopped flailing and he was still.
Dicky holstered the gun and began to move for the door, "I have to get as many people in riot gear as I can if we are going to control this."
Barns and Dan followed him to the elevator, avoiding the flailing arms of the sickly people tied to their beds in the hall.
The lobby was out of control; some of the patients were already spazzing out. Two nurses were being attacked, one pinned against the wall by three women, the other on the ground by two men.
Dicky pulled out his pistol and fired three rounds into the back of one of the men; the only people who seemed to notice were the healthy. They jumped and squealed at the sound of a gun being fired, only to relax when they saw it was a cop. The sick paid no attention, including the man who had been shot. He just kept feeding on the nurse who lay screaming on the ground.
Dicky shot two more rounds and cursed, "He won't go down!"
One of the patients, who had been sitting still in his chair, snapped awake and stood up. His eyes held that grey mist of the sick. He looked at them and began stumbling, his mouth open. Dicky fired twice, both rounds hitting him in the chest, and they didn't so much as slow him down. It was Barns who stopped him, coming around with a mighty haymaker that met fist with skull.
The sickly man’s head cracked against the ground as he fell. He didn't flinch, no sooner did he hit the ground before he was already getting back up. Dicky met him with the barrel of his gun, putting a bullet between his eyes. That did the trick, causing the man to fall still.
"You got to put da bullet in they head!" said Barns.
Dicky looked at him as he walked up to the group assaulting the nurses, "You think?"
Five shots later and the lobby was once again still. The nurses were dead.
"What did you do!" screamed a nurse, coming out from a broom closet. "Those are people, this is police brutality!”
Dicky didn't look at her as he switched clips, "Ma'am, I suggest you get the hell out of this hospital and worry about yourself."
"I'm calling the police!"
"I am the police," he said and began walking to the door.
Dan watched the woman fall to the ground and begin sobbing into her hands. "Please, do what he says before it is too late," he said before heading out after Dicky and Barns.
The squad car was still waiting outside, only now there was a crowd standing around, staring at the mutilated body on the ground. They murmured back and forth looking terrified.
"Clear out, folks," Dicky said, waking up to the driver’s side door. "Go to your homes, lock your doors, it's not safe outside."
Barns hopped into the back of the car, Dan had to shuffle through the crowd to get to the passenger side.
"If this was a normal day I would tell you two to beat it and make you get out of my car. As it is, there is a good chance I am going to run into trouble and need a hand, since I no longer have a partner, there is a good chance I will use you. Therefore you can come with me, but I want you to be ready to act," Dicky said.
Dan nodded, "I'll be ready to help."
Barns was nodding too, except he was nodding so frantically that it looked ridiculous. "Yup, what da cop says, I do."
Dicky watched them for a moment before putting on the flashers and pulling away from the crowd.
Chapter 8
The speaker on the dash was getting worse, Dan could barely keep up. Dicky repeated a lot of what was being said, only he made it a little easier to understand. There was an assault on Thirty-third Street with two people injured, one on Fifth with four victims. A mutilated body was found in the bathroom of the Empire State. From what Dan could tell, there was more trouble than there were cops.
A woman darted