that he had taken care of it. Kyle couldn’t help it, a smile came out again and he turned around and waited a minute. If anyone was in there, they certainly heard Patrick’s attempt at…whatever that was.
Kyle decided it was probably safe, so he entered the office carefully with his sidearm drawn. His tension faded quickly as he saw the small office was empty. Another door leading to the briefing room was left open giving him a view of that room also.
The room was no longer than 15 feet deep and 8 feet wide, with two doors on diagonal sides of it. Its walls were a collection of charts, schedules, memos, and forgotten policy updates. Obsolete grey file cabinets were lined up against the walls, only to be separated by metal desks that held the room’s computers. Kyle walk over to the phone and called the Command Center to check in with the sergeant. Busy. He dialed the Secondary Command and it picked up immediately.
“Lieutenant, we’ve got problems,” said the frantic voice on the line. Kyle recognized it as Billy, a older guy who was usually on the relaxed side of the street.
“Billy, it’s Kyle. We’re in the office but there’s no one here.”
“That’s not good, man,” Billy started. “He went to check on a situation about 30 minutes ago and I can’t find him at all. I literally have a fight going on in the Command Center right now! I’m watching it on one of the monitors, and they won’t respond to the radio or the phone. Also, Skinny Finn went crazy and attacked a paramedic down near the cafeteria. I don’t know what happened and I don’t have any extra people to send. Also, you and Patrick weren’t picking up the radio.”
“Someone probably got the sickness in the command center man, it’s the virus,” Kyle said, completely ignoring the dig at him. “It does something to people and they start to…”
“Hold on, cops are calling now.” The line went to playing soft music. Kyle gritted his teeth.
Kyle looked over at Yolanda and Patrick, not needing to say anything. They had already seen what was going on.
Kyle’s thought were already drifting past this place as he waited on the phone. “Patrick get into the lieutenant’s desk over there and get the keys to the F350 and the armory.”
“We’re gonna rob it?” he asked. He didn’t seem displeased.
“We’re gonna make sure that we survive,” answered Yolanda. “Now go do it.” With that, Patrick turned his back on them and went about finding keys.
“Yolanda, call as many of our friends as you can, tell them we’re going to plug them into a conference call in fifteen minutes. Until then, tell them what happened to us and to not get bitten.” She went to the next room and started calling.
“Kyle, the cops say it’s the virus also, things are going crazy all over the place. The plant manager also called,” Bill started, “we’re closing her down. I also got eight officers missing, and reports of people attacking other people all over the place.”
“Billy, listen to me. Brian, Scarrow, Johnson, and the doc are all dead or gone crazy. The two nurses also. The cops are right, that virus that we heard about is here and it makes them go crazy, and then try to eat you,” Kyle heard the words coming out of his mouth but they sounded incredible even to him, and he had been there.
Silence filled the line for a moment, then Billy said, “Well shit Kyle, what am I supposed to do with that?”
Kyle felt his answer was better than he could hope for but he didn’t know what to tell the man, “We’re getting out of here Billy, gonna make sure our families are okay, but I want to check on the lieutenant. We’re gonna have a conference call in twelve minutes.”
“I’ll listen in then,” he said. “Gotta run and coordinate the shutdown with the plant.” He hung up.
Kyle put the phone down and thought about the conversation. He didn’t want to leave the building to check on anyone, especially with the way it was
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