Subject: (UW!) At The Raccoon Police Department
From: "ZombieEater" stuconser@prodigy.net
Date: Mon, 30 August 1999 08:33 PM EDT
Message-id: <7qf80s$5080$1@newssvr04-int.news.prodigy.com>
Had a bit of time, thought I'd finish up with my story. Here's the second
part.
It had taken Charlie longer than he thought it would to reach the Raccoon
Police Department. When he reached the front door, he couldn't help but feel
a chill run up his spine. Opening the door, what he saw surprised him. It
looked like they were in the middle of fixing up the entire building.
Everyone was yelling so loud, he could barely hear himself think. The place
was still a sight though, with a grand fountain right in the middle of the
lobby.
Letting the door close behind him, he walked up one side of the fountain to
the receptionists desk. The phone didn't seem to stop ringing. Every time
the middle aged woman set the phone down, there was always another to
attract her attention. She caught his eye and nodded. Looking around, she
motioned for someone to take the phone for a moment.
"Hello, what can I do for you?" She asked in a pleasant tone.
"I'm Charlie Hamilton, I had an appointment for a week from
yesterday..."Charlie's moved from the desk, as he began to actually see the
room. There were blood stained walls, and several bullet holes. It almost
looked like a bomb had gone off. "But I thought I'd check in early. What
happened here?"
The receptionist gave him a little confused look. "Where have you been for
the last few months? You didn't hear about what happened?"
Charlie shook his head. "No, I've been under a rock for the last year." He
said in a bit of a sarcastic tone. "Seriously, I haven't heard much news. I
just arrived."
"Well, a few months ago, there was a large explosion that destroy a lot of
the city. I can't go into a lot of the details, I've only lived here for
three weeks myself." The woman said. "Now, what would you like?"
Charlie shook off the shock from his face. "Explosion?" He blinked. "Oh.
Well, I was wondering if I could see the Chief Deputy. It's really
important."
"Right. Let me just check his appointment book." She flipped through a small
black date book. "He doesn't seem to be too busy right now. You can go in
and see him if you want. I'll just cancel your other appointment." She
looked at Charlie for a second. "Is that all?"
"What? Oh no. Thanks, you've been a lot of help." Charlie nodded to her and
walked into the Chief Deputy's office. The place was a mess. It looked like
they had just gotten in here themselves only recently, as things were still
thrown around. Walking up to a desk, he noticed Deputy Sheriff Tailor almost
instantly. He was busy doing some paper work, but he looked up at him.
"Can I help you?" The black Chief Deputy as Charlie.
Charlie cleared his throat. "Charlie Hamilton. We spoke over the phone.
About me maybe joining the force?" He could see that it took Tailor a moment
to finally remember.
"Ah that's right. Charlie! I thought your appointment wasn't for another
week?" Tailor said as set the paper work down.
"I know. But something's come up. You know how I said that I couldn't get in
contact with any of my family here?" He saw Tailor nod. "Well, I went to my
mother's house and she wasn't there."
"That's not surprising. Considering what happened here." Tailor shook his
head. "All that destruction. All those deaths. Anybody with any brain at all
would leave town."
"You're probably right. But what I saw was very disturbing." Charlie paused,
trying to remain calm. "There was a dead body in the basement. But it wasn't
like anything I'd ever seen. It actually moved."
"You mean that it looked like it moved. Charlie a lot of people died."
Tailor could tell that Charlie wasn't convinced.
"It didn't just look like it moved, it DID move. It grabbed onto my ankle
and was pulling me." He saw the Chief Deputy's face change. "Something's
going on."
"Reminds me of something I heard a while ago. What I heard, although it's
probably just some rumour, zombies were loose in some mansion in the Arklay
Forest." Tailor shook his head. "It's just a rumor of course, but the
S.T.A.R.S. were reportedly sent in."
"Zombies? You have to be kidding. That's some wild rumor." Charlie shrugged.
"Still, if it's true, then it really makes a lot of sense. What else do you
know about this?"
"Not much. But don't worry, it can't be true." Tailor smiled. "Now then,
changing the subject, you said you had an interest in joining the force?" He
looked at Charlie a bit. "Actually, I think you may be better suited with
the S.T.A.R.S."
"Really? I don't know. What with all those reports of most of the team dying
and all." Charlie looked around the room. "I'll think about it."
"Great! We're trying to rebuild the Squad after what happened. We could use
you." Tailor said. "What are you going to do about your mother's house?"
"Nothing, right now. Just give me an application and I'll fill it out."
Tailor handed Charlie a few pieces of paper. "Thanks, I better get going. I
need to check in at my hotel."
"Hey, how about meeting me at the local bar later? We can discuss some
things." Tailor offered.
"I don't think so. Maybe later. Thanks for the offer." Charlie nodded and
walked out of the office. Once outside of the RPD, he couldn't help but
think about what the Deputy Sheriff had said. If there were in fact
Zombies..."What, am I crazy! This isn't a horror flick." He said to himself,
not realizing it.
Jeff