violently in its frame.
The ambulance arrived now, its crew simply abandoning their vehicle, blocking the road, along with the three police cars. Their eyes were immediately drawn to the scene of carnage on the front lawn. The men couldn’t believe what they were seeing. The woman lying on her back, whose grievous chest wound should have left her dead, was frenziedly gnawing on the neck of the female police officer slumped over her.
As they ran over, the male officer, who had been rubbing his ey es, managed to open them and saw his partner’s blank, dead face looking back at him. Deeply disturbed at the sight of the other woman eating her, he began to drag himself away, in an uncoordinated thrashing of arms and legs.
The paramedics simply stood where they were, not knowing how to respond. They were not trained for this. They had two seriously injured casualties , but how could they even begin to treat them when one was eating the other?
It was then that the already ajar door of the house next door fully opened and out strode three more police officers.
“Hey, get over here. Q uick,” Shouted one of the paramedics at the men. “Your colleague needs your help.”
The coppers looked over and responded, clambering over the partition hedge.
“Sheena’s dead,” John blurted out at the other men, still not able to believe it himself. “That crazy bitch is eating her.”
Spence , Danny, and Jack, made their way over and simply stood, watching the injured woman feed. The residents of the houses all around were continuing to emerge into the street, slowly drawing daringly nearer, with murmurs between them of disbelief.
“Spence, you prick,” John shouted angrily, stunned by his colleague’s apathetic reaction. “Drag her off.”
Spence turned to look at him now, a terrible hunger in his eyes, baring his teeth.
“Spence? What the f...?”
Spence’s attack was both sudden and devastating. John’s adrenaline levels were already dangerously high, and having seen the savage look in Spence’s eyes, he made an effort to defend himself, as the man fell on him. He instinctively knew he was fighting for his life and didn’t hold back, jabbing both thumbs deep into his fellow officer’s eyes. Though Spence roared with pain, as the delicate balls of gelatine burst free of their sockets, his attack didn’t lose momentum for even a heartbeat.
As the paramedics simultaneously turned and ran in panic for the safety of their ambulance, Danny and Jack reacted, sprinting after them, bringing them down well short of them reaching the vehicle.
Chapter 2
Mustaf a
Muz woke to the sound of the house phone ringing in the living room downstairs. Rolling over, he peered at the glowing green numbers of the alarm clock next to his bed.
“Seriously?” he moaned testily. It was half past three in th e morning. Who the hell was calling at this time?
The phone stopped ringing and he buried his head back in the pillow. Just as he was beginning to nod off again, the mobile beside the alarm clock started buzzing loudly against the surface of the wooden bedside table.
“Shit,” he said, snatching up the phone and turning over to check his wife in the bed beside him. She was beginning to stir at the unwelcome sound. Was she already beginning to show, he wondered, observing her normally flat, well-toned stomach.
Blinking and rubbing his eyes in an effort to force them to focus, he read the illuminated screen of the phone. ‘IBO’, it read in bold black letters. Integrated Borough Operations, Colindale’s borough based control room.
“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he whispered.
Why was work ringing him at this time? And on a rest day as well? He contemplated rejecting the call for a few seconds, even though he knew he shouldn’t. There was no point, he thought. They would only keep ringing, and if he turned the phone off, they would know and he would be in the shit when he went back into work.
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