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The team of detectives emerged from the elevator donning body armour and an array of weapons ranging from pistols to shotguns. After months of investigating they were about to bust a dealer known as Rico. He was a well known scum bag around the city but the RPD had always had an issue nailing him down with any evidence, that was until a few of his runners came forward. What they had him for meant he would be locked up indefinitely with no chance of seeing daylight again. The six detectives approached Rico's apartment without saying a word, taking care to be as silent as possible. With the door in sight the sergeant leading the operation, Connor Sullivan, raised his hand for the team to stop. He approached it being careful to avoid being in view of the people, the last thing he wanted was for a hail of bullets to fly through the door. With a closed fist his struck his knuckles against the door, "Maintenance," he cried out. He could he some soft shuffling on the other side of the door along with some heavy crunching. He gestured over to the rest of the team to take positions either side of the door before trying one more time. "Maintenance! We are here to check your gas!" With no answer returned Connor gestured for the breach to begin.

From the back of the team came a man with a battering ram, his bulk made him the perfect operator of the crude device. With an almighty swing the door was flung open, left hanging freely from one hinge as the other erupted from the wall. With a dark, heavily curtained room in front of them the team quickly turned on their flashlights as they entered the apartment. The air was thick and stale leaving a disgusting after taste at the back of the throat. The sound of shuffling continued from a doorway to the left of where the team entered. Connor followed behind two of his colleagues who approached the doorway with caution. As the man at the front peered around the corner he froze for a moment, his face a picture of horror. He stepped away from the doorway with his forearm covering his mouth, the sound of wretching close behind. The second officer approached and stopped in the same way as the officer before him. "Holy shit..." he said as his jaw hung wide open. Sully moved up and looked into the room seeing Rico, but it was what he was doing that had caused the reactions.

The floor around him was caked with blood, the carpet stained crimson from a plethora of gore. In front of him rested a body being slowly picked apart by Rico. From what they could tell it was a young woman, presumably one of his working girls. Whatever she did for work she didn't deserve what befell her. Without wasting another second Connor raised his pistol, aiming it directly at Rico. "Rico get your hands in the air and turn around slowly." The man they had came for complied with the order to turn around slowly to reveal a face that was covered in blood. His wide open mouth gave view to chunks of flesh and strands of fabric stuck between his teeth. Connor fought back the rising bile in his throat and tried to keep focus on Rico.

"Approach us slowly and get those hands in the air!" The order echoed throughout the apartment as Rico began to rise to his feet. The slow, awkward motion was abnormal but given the situation the officers didn't make anything of it. As Rico approached slowly Connor caught sight of his eye, glazed over with a white haze they looked dead. Must be some new kind of drug, thought Connor. Whatever it was it was enough to cause Rico to tear a young woman to shreds and feast on whatever was left. From all their intelligence gathering though, everyone they had interviewed said Rico never took drugs. It made no sense.

With Rico only a few steps away things took a dark turn. The drug dealers arms raised up and he charged forward with a hurried lunge towards Connor. The police officer drew his arms in close to his chest and unloaded two rounds into the chest of the oncoming man. The bullets impacted square into the center of Rico's chest but it didn't even phase him. Connor side stepped out of the way of Rico unloading a further two rounds into his side. The bullets did nothing as Rico took hold of police officer who had been wretching earlier. Throwing his head forward Rico sunk his teeth deep into the forarm of the officer, before tearing away a large chunk of flesh. The officer cried out in pain and with the pistol in his free hand drove it into the chest of Rico, unloading a full clip into his torso. Blood and gore erupted from Rico's back as the bullets passed through but the dealer kept lunging forward for more bites. Connor dropped his shoulder and barged Rico off his colleague, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Rico stay down or I will put you down for good!" The dealer paid no attention to the instruction and began rising to his feet. Connor let out a frustrated sigh before lining the gun up with Rico's head. With one squeeze of the trigger the dealer dropped heavily to the floor in a crumpled heap. Connor cautiously approached to check Rico for any signs of life. With gun still aimed at him, Connor carefully checked his pulse to find nothing but cold, dead skin. Why is he so cold?

Turning back from the body he looked back at his colleague as the other officers attended to his wound. "Get Hicks into my car and I will take him to the hospital. You guys get the evidence and clean this mess up. I'll check back in a couple of hours." The orders were clear and within minutes Connor had Hicks in the back of his car heading towards Raccoon General Hospital.

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The tyres of the car screeched as they tried to grip the asphalt beneath, smoke kicking up into the air with every attempt at traction. As soon as the wheels took hold the car rocketed off down Ema Street towards the hospital. The deep gouge in Hicks' forearm was bound tightly with a bandage but the wound was severe enough that it was already bleeding through to the top layer. Connor turned to Hicks and could see the grimace of pain etched onto his pale, sweaty skin.

"Don't worry Hicks we'll get there in no time." As he spoke Connor turned on the siren of his car.
"It's all going to be fine."

"Christ Sarge it burns like hell. I've never felt anything like it." Hicks spoke through gritted teeth and let out muted gasps of pain every few seconds. He was clearly suffering some severe pain from his wound.

"I can only imagine. Just try to keep focussed on Karen and the girls. Before you know it they'll have you hooked up to morphine and by time you come around it'll be next week." Connor smiled as he spoke, trying to make light of the situation. Hicks did his best to force a laugh but the pain was too much for him.

As the minutes passed Connor couldn't help but notice the amount of police cars and paramedics along the route. What the hell is going on? He thought silently to himself. Reaching down to his radio he turned it on and picked up the mouth piece. "Dispatch this is Sergeant Connor Sullivan. I'm seeing alot of our guys down on Ema Street, what's going on?" There was a brief pause before a female voice responded back. "We've been inundated with calls sarge. Non stop since the early hours of this morning. People seem to have gone a bit nuts. It's not much worse than a Saturday night but still strange for a Friday at this hour." As Connor went to reply he caught sight of two police officers wrestling a suspect to the floor, one of the officers heavily bloodied on his head. "Ok dispatch, thanks for the update. I'll report in soon."

After numerous close calls through red lights and heavy traffic, Connor and Hicks eventually pulled up outside the hospital. Connor hurried from the car and helped Hicks out of it. The reception area was littered with people, all appearing to have bloodied wounds. Their skin pale with a thin layer of sweat coating it. "Can I help?" asked the receptionist. Connor reached into his pocket and removed his identification. "I'm Sergeant Sullivan with the RPD. This is officer Michael Hicks and he's in need of treatment. A suspect has taken a chunk out of his arm and it's bleeding badly." The reaction of the nurse threw Connor slightly, she didn't even flinch at the idea someone had bitten Hicks. "Well that's not the first one today. You'll have to take a seat and i'll get someone to come see to you soon." For a moment Connor felt like demanding immediate help, but with the number of people in the waiting room it wouldn't be right for them to jump to the head of the queue. The pair made their way to a nearby trolley, Hicks hopping up onto it before lying down.

"Well at least we are here now." Hicks voice was audibly weaker than when they had left the scene at the apartment. He had somehow managed to turn more pale as well. Connor was concerned for Hicks, but as he cast his eyes around the others in the waiting area something in his gut had him worried...scared...

Anastasia was becoming uneasy about the whole situation. After she had told the nurses to clean up the O.R and leave the body there for a later autopsy to be performed to figure out what exactly was wrong with the woman aside from the deep laceration in her neck, she had come out to see the lobby and ER filled with multiple injuries, much like what had happened to her lost patient. “Anastasia, we need to move these patients, more keep coming in..” A petite nurse whimpered gently as she looked around the area.

“Yes, I know..” She murmured and glanced around, her eyes scanning over every person, momentarily landing on Connor and Hicks before another nurse came rushing up. “Dr, some of the patiences families are demanding immediate help, alot of these wounds are the same as others, deep bite marks or flesh torn off from their body..” The male trailed off before letting out a shaky breath. With a long sigh, Anastasia gave a nod and grabbed one of the staplers on the nurses station.

Without waiting, Anastasia began to slam the stapler onto the counter over and over letting its loud noise sound out throughout the room until everyone fell silent to look at her. With a small smile, she left the stapler and looked around. “Yes i know you are all worried for your friends and family, we are worried as well. Right now we cannot do our job unless you all are cooperative with us. We only have so many nurses and doctors at the moment.” She looked to each person before nodding a bit.

“What i need to happen is that everyone who ISN’T wounded to come up in an orderly fashion and one by one explain where the wound is on who you brought with you today and how long they have had it, the ones who have been wounded the longest and or have the most severe wounds treated first. I need you all to understand we are working as fast as we possibly can, this will go much faster if you can help by doing this one thing for us.” Anastasia glanced around to see that most, besides those injured, were calming down and nodding in understandment.

Just as she was about to speak up once more, a loud scream of pain came from behind the double doors that led to the O.R rooms. Swirling around, Anastasias wide eyes only seemed to widen more as Robert came stumbling through the door, gripping his neck as blood seemed to flow out nonstop. Rushing up, Ana caught him before he could fully hit the ground. “Robert?! Robert what happened?” She demanded nervously, her clothes instantly becoming stained by his blood. Silence of shock seemed to spread through the room as the male gripped onto Anastasia tightly, tears streaming down his face.

“I-I was heading back to the O.R room b-because i had left something…” He groaned out coughing up blood, his breathing ragged and wet. “When some bitch came out of one of the O.R rooms...s-she attacked me Ana! The bitch tore into my neck and i-i ran.” He coughed out once more, his back arching in pain before he closed his eyes, becoming still in her arms. Hazel eyes wide with fear stared down at the male in disbelief. “What?” she mumbled, the silence was sickening, suffocating her as she slowly looked up to see a stumbling body push through those double doors.

What exactly was going on?! “B-but thats...no she died..i watched her die!!” Anastasia screamed out, her body trembling as screams began to fill the air. She couldn’t move, all she could do was stare up at the woman with half her neck torn out..watch as clouded eyes seemed to be staring right back at her.

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Connor watched on as the Doctor spoke out across the reception area, each and every person paying complete attention. He understood the situation, everyone desperate to see their loved ones attended too. If he'd been there with one of his kids he'd have been fighting people to get to the front of the queue. Fortunately Hicks was an adult and his bite was only on the arm, albeit fair deep. Then with cracking thud the door near the doctor flung open impacting heavily on the wall. From the doorway stumbled a man in scrubs coated in a thick coating of what appeared to be his own blood. "I'll be back in a second Hicks." The injured cop responded with a weakend grunt of acknowledgement.

Crossing the reception Connor lost sight of the doctor behind the counter as the weight of her colleague dragged her towards the floor. Then the slow opening of the nearby double doors grabbed his attention. A woman emerged almost stumbling from the doorway, her neck was torn out and she shared the same glazed over look Connor had seen with Rico. The severely injured woman turned towards the counter and began to shuffle towards the doctor. "Shit."

As Connor broke into a sprint screams filled the reception area with people realising that something was wrong. With each step the noise seemed to ramp up to the point Connor couldn't hear himself think. Lifting himself off the floor Connor launched a kick towards the woman as she closed in on the doctor. The woman dropped to the floor hitting it hard enough for Connor to hear the thud. Within moments of hitting it the woman began crawling towards the doctor, blood filled saliva dripping from her gaping maw of a mouth. Kneeling down next to the woman the detective took a handful of her hair and pulled it back, giving her eyes the once over. His free hand touched her neck, the ice cold temperature of her skin sending shivers down Connors spine. No matter how much he tried he was unable to find a pulse on the undamged side of her neck. "What in Christ's name?!"

Then with an almighty tug the woman craned her head back towards Connor lunging forward at him. There was a horrific sounding tear as the hair seperated from the head of the woman. Her hands gripped on the detectives shoulders and pushed him backwards onto his backside. She began to crawl up his body as he scrambled to get back to his feet. Looking down at the woman was one of the scariest things he had ever experienced. Her pale, white eyes and bloodstained face slowly moving closer to his his was like something from a horror movie. Unable to break her grip he began to unload a barrage of stiff hooks to the side of her head, eventually delivering enough that it appeared to momentarilly stun her. Reaching down to his holster Connor pulled out his pistol and thrust it firmly into the mouth of the woman. With two pulls of the trigger the reception became completely silent.

Connor took a deep breath before pushing the dead weight off of his legs. He rose to his feet to look down at the now motionless woman. Horror was written across his face for everyone to see. As the seconds ticked by Connor focussed and turned to look out across reception, ensuring to show an expression of confidence rather than one of fear.

"My name is Sergeant Connor Sullivan with the RPD. There appears to some sort of drug induced mass hysteria driving people to acts of violence throughout the city." Connor didn't even know if what he was saying was true, that woman was dead. Stone cold dead and he knew that. What could he say to everyone? That the woman was some sort of zombie? He needed to keep everyone grounded in some semblance of reality. "I need you all to remain vigilant and report anything suspicious to me while we are here. Thank you." There were whispers and mumbling across the room but Connor was more determined to check on the doctor. Her colleagues body was still resting on her as he approached.

"My names Connor but most people call me Sully." The casual approach was something he often employed when people lost someone they were close to or atleast knew. He didn't know if it made things even remotely easier but he had to try something. "Let me help you with him." With that Connor leant down towards the dead man to help the doctor lay him down flat on the floor.

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The doctor rambled on briefly as the hole in the dead womans head still smoked. She was clearly upset by the situation, but who wouldn't be? The woman was clearly deranged and not herself in the exact same way Rico had been. It was that moment the doctor began to mention zombies. Are you shitting me? He kept his thoughts to himself until he remembered something from a few months before. He had been sitting down for lunch at the start of August just a few months after the incident in the Arklay Mountains. Rumours were abound in the police station of a cover up given the lack of movement to bring those responsible to justice. After losing several S.T.A.R.S members the almost disinterest of the higher ups didn't sit right with anyone. The one rumour that Connor had heard during this lunch break though was that it wasn't some sort of gas leak or drug dealers that killed the officers...it was zombies.

His mind raced between reason and the implausibility of what he was going on around him. People joked all the time at the station, sometimes in poor taste, but when they talked about zombies and monsters in the mountains it seemed so sincere. Could it really be? Connor's mind tried to explain away what was happening as a drug epidemic but the more he thought about what he had seen that day, the more he realised the doctor may be right.

With eyes opening wide Connor reached down to the corpse of Robert and with the help of the doctor lifted him up onto the rolling bed. "We need to get him out of here now!" With a hurried push the trolley began to move and quickly slammed through the double doors towards the operating room. The long corridor was devoid of people with only a few bits of furniture and empty beds lined up against the walls. The floor had a trail of blood splatted atop it, presumably belonging to the body that rested on the trolley.

"This place is going to get bad quick. We need to think about rounding everyone up and locki..." The sentence was cut short as a scream came from a nearby room. Falling equipment and loud thuds began to spread throughout the corridor. He could only assume what they were as he continued to push on towards the operating room. His mind continued to race, thinking back to the first report of assaults that came in during the early hours of the morning. After the first call the phone lines continued to ring non-stop. If that number of people had been admitted to the hospital with bites then it would only be a matter of time until things quickly escalted out of control.

"Just how many people were admitted with bites?" Connor asked, again trying his hardest to keep calm. Before the doctor could provide her answer however, sickening cries and wails began to erupt from the reception area they had just been in. "Shit..."

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Anastasia was right, no matter how much he wanted to save everyone. If the assaults that had spanned the day were turning people into flesh eating monsters then it would only be a matter of time until the hospital was overrun. The screams from the reception began to spread out with hurried footsteps audible from the corridor outside the OR. Connor thought back to Hicks and from instinct hurried towards the door. After a few steps however he slowed before stopping at the door. He looked down and growled out of anger. He wanted to go and save the young police officer but he knew inside that it was already too late for him. The bite from Rico at their earlier drug bust meant that he was going to be turning into one of these things in no time.

"You're definitely right. Grab whatever you can use as a weapon and then we can get out of here." He looked back over his shoulder at the doctor. "I'm going to check the situation outside. Be quick." His voice was authorative but there was clear concern for their situation. His car was still out the front and in it he had his shotgun. Apart from being able to drive away he would feel infinitely more comfortable with the larger weapon.

With pistol in hand Connor slowly opened the door and peered out into the corridor. Blood spattered men and women ran down the corridor, some holding wounds while others simply pumped their arms to try and run as quickly as possible. At the far end of the corridor Connor could make out and outstretched arm wedged between the double doors. It shook violently for a few seconds before being yanked back through the small gap. "Ana things are getting really bad out here...are you ready?"

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Connor's brain became awash with thoughts, outcomes, pros and cons as to what would happen if they didn't get out now. More medical supplies could be invaluable down the road, there was no idea how bad things were really going to get. Maybe the RPD could keep it contained, but if they couldn't...it wasn't worth thinking about. "Alright. We need to be quick and quiet." Connor approached the door with Ana close behind. "I should tell you, my only aim is to get out of the city. My ex-wife and kids are hopefully safe in Old Oak. Either way...hanging around in the city too long is not my plan." Slowly pushing the door open, Connor glanced along the corridor. The screams and the the blood continued to flow through out the hospital but the corridor was clear. Leo gestured to Ana and forcefully whispered, "Quick!"

The pair hurried across the corridor to the other operating room without being seen by the living or the dead. It was in a much worse state than the room they had just been in. Blood coated the floor in a thick film, presumably where they hadn't had a chance to clean up post surgery. At least that is what Connor had hoped for. He allowed Ana to continue collecting supplies while staying close to the door. He kept an eye out down the corridor and for a couple of minutes there was no movement, that was until one of the undead fell through a set of double doors. Then another...and another. Soon a small horde of blood stained, pale eyed, flesh hungry monsters were making their way down the corridor to them.

"Ana we need to get out of here...now!" It would only be a matter of time until the undead filled the corridor.

The female quietly moved closer, her hands clutching the bag with a bit of nervousness as she watched him agree and explain his plan. Giving a small nod, the female looked at him for a moment longer. “M-May i come with you? I-I don’t have anyone here in the city..well..not anymore.” She expressed softly, glancing back to Roberts crumpled up body on the ground before turning back to focus at the task at hand. She watched as he silently opened the door, caution being the key to keeping them alive during this moment.

As the two crossed over to the next room, she swiftly set to work, grabbing everything she could, gloves, anything that would be needed. With quick hands, Anastasia gathered up the last bits of medicine, bottles of rubbing alcohol and gauze before turning her attention back to the males vocie. She quickly zipped up the bag and walked up to his side and looked around for a moment. “That waiting room is going to be full of those things, we need to go a different way..” She murmured softly before nodding to herself and took his hand swiftly.

“Come on, that exit isn’t safe to leave out of anymore.” She explained and pulled on his hand, leading them towards the back of the corridor and to the left. There at the end of the small hall was another door. “This leads to the main part of the hospital, more than likely that part hasn’t had any incidents yet seeing as most trauma cases go straight to the E.R, we get through the front entrance. There we usually have golf carts we can ride back to the front of the Trauma wing of the hospital and get to either yours or my car.”
The female explained swiftly as she glanced back to see they have a slight lead on the stumbling corpses. Ana quickly pulled out a I.D badge and scanned it unlocking the door. Quickly she grabbed his hand once more and pushed him through first before going through after him. As soon as the door clicked shut as quietly as she could manage, she scanned the card once more to lock the door. “There..that should buy us time..” The female murmured and looked around to see the halls completely empty and quiet aside from the occasional ring of the phone or the sound of a nurse talking. It was as if nothing was going on and this part of the hospital was completely safe.

Shaking her head, she nodded to him and walked on ahead until she made it to the nurses station. “Listen very carefully to what im saying. We are leaving, as soon as we walk out those front doors i want you to put this the trauma wing on lock down. Get the patients transferred if you can. There are these things...walking corpses flooding the trauma wing, we need to keep them limited to that section, from there evacuate the hospital.” The nurse seemed to be just stunned in silence, her eyes wide as she stared at Anastasias bloody face. “Y-Yes doctor.”

With that Anastasia turned to Connor and nodded. “Shall we?” She asked with a grim expression.

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Everything moved quickly it seemed, right until the relative calm and silence of the other wing swept over the pair. It was a strange sensation to go from such crazed adrenaline pumping fear to a sense of normality. Ana's instructions to the near by nurse were clear, concise but on the whole, entirely unbelieveable. The fact the nurse listened to her without question showed that she had the respect of her peers and that also meant that Connor had found himself a useful companion. He had minor first aid training but he rarely needed to use it and was a due a refresher course. That meant having a doctor tagging along would be invaluable.

"Shall we?" she suggested. Connor looked down the corridor as the nurse began to spread the word with some of the more able patients already beginning to be moved. He wanted to do everything he could to help the remaining patients but he knew that even with all his ammunition, he'd never be able to take out everyone of the undead. All he would be doing would be sacrificing himself and Ana...it would be a waste.

Connor sighed heavily before he responded, closing his right fist tight in frustration. "Yes...let's go. Lead the way." He followed close behind her, gun in hand. Taking in the faces of the patients, orderly's, nurses and doctors as they all moved in a silent panic. He could feel his body tense with frustration at leaving them behind. Under his breath he muttered to himself... I hope they all make it...

She didn’t know what would be instore for them but she also didn’t want to risk the idea of being left behind. As the male looked to her, telling her to lead the way, she gave a small nod and led him off to the front of the hospital. There, she stopped for a moment, going off to a side desk where one of the security had abandoned to go help the nurses and pulled out a small key before nodding for him to begin following her once more.

Soon the two made it out the hospital finding that it was surprisingly quiet and peaceful despite what all was going on just on the other wing of the hospital. “It seems like..just some weird illusion..” She murmured finally before shaking her head and glancing to the male. Sighing softly, Anastasia walked up to one of the golf carts and quickly slid in, starting it up. As soon as Conner got in she took off, swiftly driving into the small path that led to the wing they had just managed to escape.

“My car is on the opposite side but i figured with yours being a police car it would be the better idea to take yours.” She murmured gently, taking a small moment to shove the duffle bags into the back of the cart once she was finally able to get them off from being strapped around her. “I wish we could have helped them out..but right now it seems like this is a survival situation we would have ended up being caught up in it all and possibly dying.” She muttered, glancing to him for a moment before her gaze shifted to see a few stray people running out of the Trauma wings doors.

With a nervous gasp, she quickly sped up before glancing over to the row of cars. “Which one is yours?” She asked nervously as they got closer to the source of it all. Suddenly Ana screamed out as a body slammed hard into the hood of the golf cart. Her eyes were wide with fear as she swerved awkwardly continuing to scream out in fear as the undead creature hung onto the cart.

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For the brief moment they'd known each other it became clear that Connor found himself agreeing with much of what the doctor was saying. To him her logic was faultless and it only helped to reaffirm the choices that they had so far made together. The idea of his car over her was the best bet, especially with the shotgun locked up in the boot. With the thought still fresh in his mind he quickly spoke."Have you ever shot a gun before?" Both being armed was far better than relying on one of them. Before the doctor could answer however, she let out a high pitched scream as the cart impacted one of the undead. The cart connected with a sickening thud with an audible cracking of bones from the walking corpse. With itself hanging over the front of the cart, it began to claw it's way towards the pair.

Connor drew his gun and raised it towards the creatures head, but sudden swerves by Ana caused the shots to miss as he was swung from side to side. Without a second thought he grabbed the wheel with his free hand and quickly unleashed the a round the forehead of the zombie. It fell lifeless onto the cart before it was dragged underneath it, jolting the cart and it's passengers into the air. For a brief moment the cart kicked up onto two wheels but luckily for the pair gravity brought it back down to all for.

"Stop!" The order was more forceful that intended from Connor as they pulled up a few metres from his car. He hit the fob on key and the lights flashed to indicate the unlocking of the vehicle. "We need to hurry up and get in there." As he left the cart Connor looked from the hospital towards the rest of the city. From behind the buildings in front there were several thick plumes of black smoke rising into the sky. The sounds of sirens blaring echoed from all around the city. This really isn't good...

Panic was beginning to overwhelm Ana as she swerved every which way, her eyes wide as the undead creature clung to the hood of the golf cart. She whimpered loudly as she leaned away in fear but his sudden grasp on the wheel caused her to have a moment of calmness, her eyes lowered slowly to his hand as he kept the wheel steady before a round of shots cracked through the ear.

Feeling a wide amount of relief for having looked down and away from what he was doing, Anastasia let out a shaky breath. Lifting her head, she watched the body drop lifeless causing their little cart to jerk and lift, her own body lifting into the air for a moment before it slammed back down along with the cart. Letting out a small gasp, Anastasia regained control of the wheel and stepped on the gas.

Almost instantly she was told to stop, the sudden command causing her to stomp on the brakes, just barely avoiding crashing into his vehicle. Panting heavily, Ana leaned back against the cart before giving a quick nod and quickly getting out and grabbing the duffle bags, only to stop short and look in the direction Connor was looking in, her eyes widening with horror. It seemed like something out of a bad movie, how the smoke lifted into the air, it even looked like a movie she had seen not long ago.

Shaking her head, Ana ran to the passenger side of the car and got in, slamming the door shut. As soon as Conner was inside the car as well, she groaned and rubbed her temples before glancing to him momentarily. “What do we do now? What’s the next step from here?” While her voice attempted to remain calm, it was clear the female was utterly terrified and confused.

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Connor looked down at the steering wheel of the car and Ana's question raced through his mind. What the hell can we do? He kept his thoughts to himself before taking a firm grip on the steering wheel with one hand, turning the key with the other. The sound of the engine coming to life filled the car and quickly Connor slammed the car into reverse before barrelling out of the car park at a dangerous speed.

"The only thing I can think of is getting the hell outta' Raccoon City." His tone was firm, if not somewhat harsh. After a brief silence he felt bad. "Sorry...I didn't mean to sound so snappy. This entire situation is just so...fucked. The guy I brought in with me has been a good friend and to lose him like that is just so god damn frustrating." Remembering the man he had to put down in the hospital made him realise that he wasn't the only one who had lost someone. "That guy in the hospital I had to shoot...i'm sorry..." A solemn look took over Connor's expression. "Were you two close?"

Anastasia let out a small squeak as the male suddenly jerked them into reverse, in only moments taking them out of the parking lot and onto the road. Letting out a shaky breath, she quickly fastened her seatbelt and leaned back against the seat, taking a moment to allow her wildly beating heart to calm down. Once they had been driving for a moment, his reply to her question caused her to wince a bit.

She frowned and looked out the window for a moment, willing herself to not get offended by how he snapped at her. His next words caused her to turn and look at him with a look of sympathy, many have lost someone today, and not just today but it seems many will lose someone in the days to come. Looking forward for a moment, Ana let out a small sigh and nodded a bit. “I’m sorry you had to lose someone like this.”

Her eyes then slid back to look at him for a moment longer. “As much as i hate to admit it, yes we were. We went to Highschool and College together. We were kinda like rivals all that time, even agreed to go to the same program together both to save lives and to see who was better in a sense..” She paused blinking in confusion as she lifted her hand to her face, just now realizing she had began to cry. “He was like a brother to me..but i would rather him be permanently dead than to go around like one of those…things.” She sighed softly, shaking her head.

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Connor saw her wipe at her eyes in his peripheral vision, he wanted to try and show her some sort of comfort but he had to focus on the road. Cars, pedestrians and the undead were all over the road and one lapse in concentration could be the end of them or at the very least the car. He mulled over Ana's question for a moment before answering. "Well Hicks was a pretty new officer on the force. I mean we had worked together a few times but I wouldn't go as far to say were had been really good friends. Even so, it doesn't make it hurt any less knowing that he..." Connor paused briefly, clearing his throat to try and compose himself. "That he's probably one of those things now." Connors face was forlorn as he continued on. "I should have gone back to make sure either way. The guy deserved better." Connors knuckles turned white as he squeezed the steering wheel tighter and tighter in anger at himself. He took in a deep breath before finally loosening his grip. "I can't do anything for him now but I can try and get us out of here."

Connor continued to drive away from the hospital down Warren Street, a place he had driven down many times before. This time the devastation and carnage on show was difficult to stomach. "Let's just get on the highway and get as far away from here as we can." With his final word Connor spotted something ahead. What the hell is that? he thought to himself. As he drew closer it became clear that a lorry had jackknifed across the entirety of the road making it impossible to move further. "Shit...hold on." Connor put the car into reverse and turned to look out of the back window as he moved away from the lorry. He swung the wheel round and headed to a nearby side street.

As the car turned into the street there was a tremendous crash. The car was spun around ferociously, Connors body thrown around like a rag doll as his head cracked on the steering wheel. When the car finally came to a stop Connor could feel blood running down his face but he showed more immediate concern for Ana. "Ana are you ok?" As he leaned towards her he could see the back end of the car had collapsed in on themselves, something had hit them at some speed but more worringly for them, the car was totalled.

Anastasia let out a shaky sigh as she managed to regain her composure, her eyes stinging from the remaining tears that were desperately trying to spill over. Thankfully, Connor’s reply had given her a good distraction from the pain that had its icy grip on her. She looked to him as he spoke, the way he cleared his throat and how he gripped the steering wheel so tightly was plenty to show that he was truly grieving for his fallen comrade. With a small frown, Ana gently placed her hand on his shoulder, lightly rubbing it with her thumb for a moment as she waited for him to calm down and relax his rigid body. “I’m sorry, I know you must have wanted to go back try to find him, at least to keep him from walking around aimlessly like these creatures..” She looked away for a moment, sighing gently.

“Thank you Sergeant Sullivan, honestly if it weren’t for you i’m sure i’d be dead right about now...or well undead i suppose.” She smiled a bit goofily as she glanced back to him but it soon faltered as they came to a halt. She blinked in confusion looking over to the barricade before a frown set on her lips. “Are they trying to keep from the infected making it out of the city..or are they trying to keep us in?” She muttered darkly before giving a nod to Connor and gripping tight to her seatbelt as he reverse, swerving the car back around. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Anastasia looked down at her lap for a second before it all went to shit.

The crash was deafening, the pain even worse. One moment they were turning into another street and the next, something slammed into them. A scream bubbled from Anastasia’s lips as she was thrown about much like Connor, her thin frame not faring well against the impact. Darkness threatened to take over her mind, everything was fuzzy but the smell of smoke was strong in her nose. Ana sat there awkwardly, her body slouched to the side as small shards of broken glass stayed jammed firmly in her left arm. A low groan came from her lips as she tried to get her bearings, her gaze slowly drifted towards Connor who had blood pouring down his face. Shifting slightly, she winced as she fumbled to get the seatbelt off. “W-What the fuck just happened?”