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wasn’t going well at all. Part of me wished one of the mutants would come running out just to prove him right.
    “Escort Officer Turner upstairs. If you find anything dead other than ‘monsters,’ put him under arrest. I’ll be keeping his firearm for now in case it’s needed for evidence,” the sergeant ordered. “I’ll take the civilian down to the hospital to get checked out.”
    “I’m fine, really. I’m staying at a hotel not far from here.” The last place I wanted to be right now was a hospital.
    “Son, you’re lucky I’m not arresting you for trespassing and whatever else is going on here. The fact is, you are here against the law and potentially contaminated now, based on the CDC’s findings. So you tell me, will you get examined voluntarily or do I have to put you under arrest?”
    Actually, jail was the last place I wanted to be. I agreed to go with the sergeant and followed him out to his car. At least I was free from that nightmare, but what about the others still in there?

Chapter Three
     
    The ride to the hospital was filled with awkward silence. I thought the sergeant might grill me on what happened at the apartment, but he didn’t speak. Judging by my reflection in the backseat window, I looked as bad as I smelled. My brown hair was usually a case of chronic bed head, but now it was matted with dried blood.
    It was taking a really long time to get to the hospital. I knew we had been driving for almost half an hour by the clock, but was scared to say anything. They might have a special site set up to handle this, but why would it be so far away from the apartment?
    We were driving alongside the Hudson River and I could see a series of docks ahead. There were no medical buildings around here that I knew of. I finally spoke up. “I thought we were going to the hospital.”
    He didn’t answer me. Something was very wrong. The knot in my stomach tightened as we pulled onto the docks. The area was dark except for a few scattered lights along the pier, but I spotted a group of thin men in business suits up ahead. They were standing around watching as we came to a stop in front of them.
    Sergeant O’Donnell parked the car and got out, locking it behind him with me still in the backseat. The men greeted him and exchanged a few words that I wasn’t able to catch. They kept looking in the car, which creeped me out.
    There was a sudden gust of wind around the group, and out of nowhere another man appeared. This one had a much more muscular build than the rest of them. He was wearing only black shorts and boots that looked like they were armored or reinforced. The others looked taken aback by his sudden arrival. He showed them something that he held in his hand, which sent them into a panic.
    I wasn’t able to make out what the object was until some of them moved out of the way. It was a severed head belonging to one of the men in the group. Now I noticed the body it was missing from as it fell over. The shirtless man looked right at me and grinned before punting the head out into the water.
    He disappeared as fast as he had arrived. There was another gust of wind and the killer materialized just like before, this time holding two short katana dripping with blood at his sides. Behind him, the businessmen fell to pieces in a pile on the dock.
    I was a sitting duck in the police car. There was no way to unlock the doors from the back and a partition of bulletproof glasses separated me from the front. Sergeant O’Donnell was the only one left standing. He had his gun out and was taking aim at the back of the man’s head.
    The swordsman flipped both katana up in the air and sheathed them at his hips in one smooth movement. Sergeant O’Donnell opened fire, but none of the bullets hit. Somehow, the man dodged them all, barely moving a muscle or even turning around. His speed and reflexes were so phenomenal it was inhuman.
    Putting his arms behind his head, he stretched dramatically like he was