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It sucked trying to kill yourself, the thought of second-guessing himself came through Zach's head as he kicked for his life as he started to hang from his ceiling fan in his small apartment. The rope wasn't that good either, not like he could afford it when he was suspended from duty. Watching as the world faded was kinda beautiful but it's not something he wanted to see yet, having cold feet when you're hanging kinda sucks. Zach's phone started exploding with messages, a call even too. Too bad dying was taking priority - well it was until the ceiling fan snapped out of the wall.

The rope broke as well, he hit the floor hard. If only he could stay there, his face stained the grimy tiles of his apartment with a graceful pile of bodily fluid. Mostly blood, but not too much just enough to say "Hey atleast I tried." Getting up from his sad attempt at ending his life, rope and all he dragged his sorry ass to his phone. [color=0054a6]"Central, now."[/color] came the message clear as day, now all he needed to do was peel the rope from his neck.

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The police station was busy with men and women, injured lay in agony as some medics both military and civilian worked on them. People were constantly in and out of the new fortress that was the central precinct of Detroit. Guardsmen, policemen both from the state, city and counties fill the precinct over capacity. There was shouting and the smell of blood and bodies flooded the senses of those without nose filters. The usually hospital clean police headquarters was a shell of what it formerly was, just a mess hall of bodies alive and dead. Not like the hospitals had their own problems though.

The meeting room was rather clean itself, it had been untouched by the graces of the outside. Inside sat a couple people, maybe they were known to the team or not but starting on the left sat Julia with her feet up on the table. Beside her was Lieutenant Tyrell of the unit who appeared to be in his best appearance despite the circumstances. He was surrounded by a fort of coffees, apparently, it had not been an easy afternoon. In the middle was the doctor, looking cold and methodical as ever he simply studied his notes he had on the table in front of him. Moore was nowhere to be seen, but in one of the chairs in front of the board, desk was Zach. He sat nonchalantly with a very red neck due to his hanging incident.

It was looking to be a fine afternoon.[/center]