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watched all the same movies – I know
she was thinking it too. I didn’t want to scare her, because for
some reason, I knew she was freaking out just as much as I was, but
she kept it hidden from the outside world. What else could it
possibly have been? What else turned people into cannibalistic
freaks that infected indiscriminately? It was zombies. There was no better explanation for
it.
     
    * * *
     
    Day Six.
    November 15th – 0008 hours:
     
    There was a note in my mailbox at work from
Lance, indicating that he didn’t trust the phones and there were
too many ears listening everywhere else. The note said:
    “ Flirted the info out of a
nurse down in Trauma who has a crush on me. Hippie kid is dead. He
was hooked up to all the monitors and restrained. Then he
flatlined, the defibrillator had no effect. They called it and shut
the monitors down. Sweet Thing said his eyes were wide open still
and had turned all dark like his veins. The doc reached forward to
shut the kids’ eyes when the bastard lurched forward and bit onto
his hand. He didn’t let go until an orderly put a fire ax into the
top of his skull. It’s all going to hell man – it may be about time
to cut and run.”
     
    * * *
     
    0155 hours:
     
    A lot of reports of promiscuous shooting had
come in from all around the campus. In the past, calls like these
were countered with a flurry of police activity in the area. But
with everything that was going on it felt like “shots fired” was
becoming a non-event. Many of those times we would get reports of
someone getting hit by a bullet. I could count on one hand how many
times I had been there when a person would be found dead
afterwards. One time the victim wasn’t found until a few hours
later. An anonymous caller let us know that someone was passed out
behind a vacant building. The call was broadcasted as a “man down”.
These were a high priority but typically turned out to be some
drunk kid or sleeping bum. With all these bullets flying through
the air I expected every other call to be just like the person dead
behind a vacant building. No man down calls so far, but I was just
waiting to hear it.
    They took all radio control for the
east/hospital campus away from us. Before things got all crazy the
officers would arrive for duty or leave for the day and we always
saw them at headquarters. Once they had done everything they needed
to on our side of the area, they’d make the trek across the city to
the hospital. Geographically it wasn’t a huge distance, but the
misdeeds that accompanied a typical shift made it feel like my
officers were in another country. The radio, as always, was the
connector between us and them. When a dispatcher couldn’t talk to
their officer any distance felt magnified tenfold.
    There was a smaller radio room in one of the
basement areas down east that had become a full time radio room for
all emergency personnel at the hospital. No clue who was working
this new room, but it was definitely not any of our people. That
said, we hadn’t been told anything officially yet, but I heard the
National Guard was taking over securing the hospital area of our
jurisdiction. It was believable too because the majority of the
hospital units were back on our side of the city. I say most
because they wouldn’t tell us what was going on with the others. My
guess was they were dead or infected. Although when it came down to
it, dead and infected were kind of the
same thing now.
     
    * * *
     
    0239 hours:
     
    The “Zombie” word was out – all over the
internet at least. None of the major networks were saying it yet,
there was only some word that the CDC was planning another press
conference. Some good a press conference would do when the world
was going to shit, but I’d let them have their jollies while they
could. Who knew? Maybe they’d give us some insight into this. One
could wish.
    I called it with predicting the man down
calls. There had been two of them in the past thirty