Dallen


Even with the dead rising and killing people, it wasn't the sole problem the city was facing.  Rioting broke out all along the streets.  People were looting stores and destroying anything they could, those lucky enough to not be near the undead anyway.  The civilians inside the judicial court building realized this soon enough, and for the most part they calmed down and began listening to the officers.  Some of the other lawyers and judges locked themselves away in their offices on higher level floors, hoping it would all come to an end soon.  The military had set up barricades around the grid of the city, closing it off as best they could.  By mid day they realized that they had lost control, and the order to shoot everyone, including the uninfected people, was given.  One of the officers kept the group Dallen was in informed, as he had outside connections with the military.  The few of them were on the second floor overlooking the mass of people still inside, all sitting around and waiting for this to end.

"There's no help coming, is there?" a middle aged blonde woman asked, she was a city lawyer.

The officer she spoke to shook his head.  "I lost contact thirty minutes ago.  Last I heard, they couldn't keep it under wraps.  Then..."

[color=steelblue] "Then what?" [/color] Dallen asked.

"Look, it was my brother contacting me and now I don't even know if he's alive," the cop spoke.  "He told me...get out.  There gonna napalm the city and set up refugee camps at Fort Wallington and other places.  If that doesn't contain this thing, then who knows."

[color=steelblue]"How long do we have?" [/color] Dallen asked, as the others around him seemed to start losing their cool.  

"Sometime soon, probably nightfall.  I don't really know, but I assume as quickly as possible.  If this thing gets out..."

"They can't just bomb us?" the lady started.  "We're people!  Doesn't the president have to order that!?"

The officers silence answered her question for her.

"So what?" one of the judges asked, a large man with a balding head.  "We just, wait here to die?  We can't go out there!"

[color=steelblue] "We have to," [/color] Dallen told him.  

"What do we tell all these people?" the judge asked.

"Open the doors, every man for himself," answered the cop.  "Goodluck."

"What, wait!  You can't abandon us, we don't know how to fight!" another person said, one of the secretaries.  "We need you to protect us."

"You're on your own," was the last thing the cop said as he ran off.  He grabbed the megaphone and went through the crowd to the front doors.  "Everybody listen up.  We're opening the doors.  We can't stay here any longer."

The crowd roared in confusion.  The same people screaming to get out were now doing the opposite.  It didn't matter, as they didn't have a chance to get the glass doors opened.  A black suv suddenly rammed through, crushing the officer in an instant and creating a large opening.  After a few moments of shock, the curious few in the front of the crowd slowly stepped forward.  It was to late, a large horde of the dead had taken notice.  The infected came swarming in as panic erupted.

[color=steelblue] "Is there a back way out?" [/color] Dallen asked the judge, who snapped out of his shock to say that there was.  [color=steelblue] Lets go." [/color]