Free General Population by Eddie Jakes Page A

grower of fine tobacco, but a cultivator of various natural hallucinogens. Not much of a problem in Malevolent but still considered witchcraft or dark chemistry and a clear violation of the pact. In exchange for the constables looking the other way, Raoul would provide Roberts with the best smoking product he had to offer.
    "Hey, Sarge," said a young man's voice. "Something's going on over there."
    Roberts glanced up to see one of his men standing in the opened doorway pointing out into the street. There were people strolling up toward the station and what looked like two people wrestling with each other. It was hard to see since age had not been kind to Roberts' eyesight and he had left his glasses at his desk. He put out his cigar and placed the remainder of it in his homemade tube that he kept in his pocket.
    "Grab a couple of men and let's go check it out," said Roberts, with a sigh.
    The eager constable darted inside the station, ready for some action. Less than a minute went by before three more constables exited the station and lined up behind Roberts in a wide formation, each with their hands resting on their guns.
    "Stay close, boys."
    The small squad of constables carefully approached the crowd, prepared for some resistance. The pair off to the side still continued to wrestle with each other. Upon closer inspection, they all could see that an army of walking dead was coming up the street with one attacking a random townsperson. The constables drew their guns and racked the slides, waiting for the order to shoot from Roberts.
    "Ease back," said Roberts. "Wait till you have a clear headshot."
    The gang of zombies continued forward toward the armed men. A pop rang out as blood burst from the top of the nearest one, followed by another and another. Soon the shots became more frequent, and more zombies fell to the ground.  
    Roberts looked for the townie being attacked, but the crowd of walking dead was too dense for him to find him. They were coming out of nowhere, and their numbers were getting bigger by the second.
    "We're going to run out of bullets fast, Sarge," said one of the constables as he fired two successful shots in a row.
    "Start doubling back to the station and keep the suppressing fire going. Don't waste your shots."
    Each man quickened his pace, moving backward but not too fast to mess up his aim. The slain monsters started to pile up in the street, causing some to lose their footing and fall to the ground. Those that didn't fall stepped over the piles and then attempted to walk on the heads of the zombies in front of them, creating a domino effect. This opened up the view for Roberts, who gasped in the shock of the sheer numbers stalking them.
    "We need reinforcements," yelled Roberts. "Run to the station!"

    A few constables inside the station had huddled around the closest window to Roberts and his men. By the time the first shots rang out, the entire collection of constables were occupying every open space on the floor to catch a glimpse of the action. Roberts and his three men were giving their best fight, but the pursuing horde had become so immense that defeat was inevitability.  
    "Chief Larouche," called one of the men, "it's not looking too good out there."
    Javier stepped from his office and looked at his gawking squad. He let out a single grunt that all of them recognized as an order to step aside. Javier walked to the window, with hands firmly clasped behind his back, and observed the situation. It was a potential bloodbath for sure. Damn Maddix for not acting when he suggested it. Nevertheless, it was up to him to handle this situation as he has always handled every situation.  
    "How many men do we have in here currently?" asked Larouche.
    "Ten, sir."
    "Very well. I want five men with scatterguns for crowd suppression. The rest concentrate on kill shots only. Coordinate your fire. Arm up and be out on the street in thirty seconds. Move!"
    There was not a second wasted as five constables