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	The footsteps echoed all over the police station as he looked around it for the last time. With the supply bag on his right shoulder, he checked every room for valuable stuff. The chief's office was empty with papers all over the ground and one of the file cabinets was on the ground. Owen looked at it to relieve the memories of his chief and the things that he has done for everyone. The remaining officer didn't know what happened to the chief, but he hoped that he either died peacefully or got away with the military. Soon enough, he left the office and check the other rooms. They were also messy as the place was cleared out by both the military and the group that Owen was part of. 

They split up a while ago, saying that they were going up north to someone's cabinet until things calm down. He believed that it would be a long time before the military could come and help out, but he couldn't believe that they would give up so easily. They tried to establish quarantine camps, but that failed as more people became infected. And their efforts around the country had failed, leaving them with only one option. Falling back to the sea and figuring out a new plan. He checked the remaining rooms and nothing new appeared in them, just papers on the floor and other useless crap. The footsteps soon came to an end as he was standing near the front doors. 

He looked around the station for the last time as he was reliving the memories and the good times spent at the station. The people that he has met and became good friends with were nowhere to be found and he was all alone. By leaving behind the station, Owen might be able to move on in the new world of hell. But, he might come back to the station if he was bitten to die peacefully rather than a quick bullet to the head. His sigh echoed all over the station for the last time as he opened the doors and walked out. 

The outside was almost similar to the inside of the station, quite and messy. However, there were a couple noises of gunshots as he started to walk on the sidewalk. With his bag, he walked for a couple miles as he was thinking of the future. What was he going to do? Where was he going to stay? How was he going to survive? While walking for twenty minutes, he tried to use his radio and see if anyone would pick it up; sadly, nobody did answer his call. After he quit using the radio, he kept on walking until he saw them. The infected. There were a couple dozen of them in front of him as he was thinking out a plan. He couldn't just fire his gun at them or attack them with his baton without getting bitten.

He ran as fast as he could and looked at some of the buildings as he was running. Owen didn't have to time to pick and raced towards one of the doors. He opened it and quickly closed it before anyone could get in. He sighed in relief as he was safe inside and away from them. Suddenly, he heard footsteps and turned to find a man walking down the stairs. [color=f26522]"Great. What the fuck is [i]you[/i] doing here..."[/color] the man said with an unwelcome tone before stopping as he saw the uniform. He couldn't say any more words as he realized that an officer was in the building with him, but he finished his sentence in a more welcoming tone with [color=f26522]"...officer?"[/color]

Owen stool there as he was reaching for his weapon until the man walked forward. [color=f26522]"Good thing you're here officer."[/color] the man said as he pointed towards the stairs, looking like he was thankful that Owen came here. [color=f26522]"My children need help. I have been so worried that I wanted to go outside, but then you came among!"[/color] Owen was still investigating the guy, but he went up the stairs as he was talking about his family and how they have been surviving for thirty days. They soon got to the second floor and looked at the hallway as the man walked towards the door, unlocked it, and opened it. [color=f26522]"In here, officer!"[/color] he shouted as he looked startled for some unknown reason.

He quickly entered the room and dropped his bag by the doorway as he saw only two ladies and no children. He had been played. Owen quickly turned towards the guy, but he was ready for him as he nearly stabbed Owen in the head with a knife. Thankfully, he dodged it before it was too late and Owen had to fight back. He reached for his baton and he used it as his weapon, fighting back against him for a bit and he even managed to get him to drop the knife before he was tackled to the wooden ground. His baton flew towards one of the ladies' legs as the guy started to strangle Owen.

Owen tried to fight back, but he was pinned to the ground as the man was choking him harder. Because he was unable to fight back, he turned towards the ladies and tried to say something. He managed to say a couple words as he was being choked by the man:

[color=003471]"Help me."[/color]
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