Free General Population by Eddie Jakes Page B

hustled to the shotgun racks and five stood at ready by the front door with weapons drawn. With ten seconds to spare the small army of police exited the station and into the fray of confrontation with the undead. Larouche could hear the sound of gunshots from many pistols firing at one followed be a series of shotgun blasts intermixed with panicked shouting. The violent racket went muffled as the door closed itself.
    From the distant corner of the station, Tanya watched the chaos unfold from her holding cell. Part of her wanted to smile, but there was another part of her that couldn't help but admire Larouche's ability to lead his men. If he were a werewolf, he would most certainly be an Alpha in his pack, or maybe even a pack leader.
    Tanya started to lick her lips at the prospect of turning such a man as Larouche but snapped out of it immediately. What the hell was she thinking? Turning a man like Javier Larouche was unthinkable. He was a disgusting man that enjoyed tormenting and imprisoning other people like herself. Death wasn't good enough for him. Slow torture would not be good enough for him. He should be captured and made her personal slave. She would dress him in rags like an animal, force him into a life of hard labor and servitude to her every whim and earthly desire—
    What was she thinking? Tanya shook the nonsense from her head. It was obvious that she needed to get out of this cage before she went insane. There was no way she could even be the slightest bit aroused by any human, let alone a despicable on like Larouche.  
    Tanya stared at Larouche as he stood by the window watching the ensuing battle outside the station. He seemed tense and kept his hand resting on his gun as if he were the fastest gun in the West, just waiting for his big duel at sundown. Her pride started to ebb slightly, allowing her admiration to seep through. Despite his flaws he carried the burden of his men's safety on his shoulders, and carried it with pride.  
    "The balance of power has changed, Constable," said Tanya.
    Larouche did not acknowledge Tanya and maintained his lookout.
    "I can hear everything they are saying. Your men are outnumbered and frightened. They will die out there."
    "That's enough out of you!" snapped Javier, as he turned to meet her eyes.
    Something clicked at that moment and Tanya's face became softer and she gazed at Javier with compassion.
    "Let me out of here. I can help them."
    "That will be the day, madame."
    "I give you my word, that I had nothing to do with the overseer being attacked. Let me prove that by saving your men before it's too late."
    The more Javier met her gaze, the more he began to trust her, and there was something else he could feel that made him a little uncomfortable. A scream from outside broke the shared glance between them and Javier looked outside to see the group of walking dead begin to overtake his constables. One of them seemed sure to perish as a zombie knocked him to the ground and moved to bite the man's neck. Suddenly, Maddix Benbrook appeared out of nowhere and pulled the monster off of him. The overseer had returned from Himmelreich's house and joined the fight.
    "Fuck," said Javier, glancing back and forth from the window to Tanya's cell. "Well, I can't let Benbrook get all the glory now can I?"
    Javier darted from the window to the cell and whipped the keys from his belt. He was moving so fast that he fumbled with the ring and dropped them on the ground. He wasn't the type of man to panic, but the tension was affecting his motor skills. He was so busy trying to pick out the proper key that he didn't notice that Tanya had placed a hand on his shoulder. He paused and looked up at her.
    "Relax," Tanya instructed. "Just let your natural instincts control your body. Don't think about what you are doing, or what needs to be done. You were born to do this."
    It was a strange moment for both of them. Tanya didn't quite understand why she was feeling the way she was, and Javier