“Dispatch to 1327, respond… over”
The voice drifted into my head, forcing my eyes open. Head hurting, I forced myself to focus
on my surroundings. Okay… seat belt on. I shook my head. The vehicle was against a phone pole.
I remembered nothing up to this point, not my day, how I got here… nothing. I remember feeling sweat run down my face; and at the same instant I remember thinking that it was running a little too fast to be sweat. “Great!”, there was blood dripping down my face. I reached up to the throbbing place on my head and touched it. “Fuck that hurt, what the hell happened?!” As I pulled my hand away I knew exactly where the blood was coming from.
“Dispatch to 1327, come in… over”
I tried to respond to dispatch, but got no answer. I couldn’t remember what happened or why. All I knew was; I was hurt and I had to stop the blood. Everything around my cruiser was saturated with oil, or so I thought. It wasn’t until later I realized it wasn’t oil… it was blood. Large amounts of blood! Everywhere! I got out of the cruiser.
I felt the urge to vomit. Must be the head wound, I thought. “There has to be someone around”, I said aloud. But the streets were deserted, nothing was there, nothing moved. The wind and the burning cars were the only sounds I could hear.
This is very unnerving, there should be someone around but I didn’t hear or see a damn thing!
I checked my side-arm (Glock 17, 9mm), full clip and two more in reserve. Okay, I’ve got to try and find out what happened. As I moved down the street, I quickly realized how much the smoke from the car fires was concealing, as if being dark wasn’t bad enough! I saw someone on an adjacent street.
“Hey you there, you okay? You need help?” No reply. Whoever it was tried to walk, or should I say, stumble toward me. I started to say something else, when a moan came from the thing. (The feeling in my spine is still there from that God-awful moan.)
As it stumbled closer to me I could see the thing. What was once a man, was missing a large part of its chest. In disbelief, I stood and watched it walk toward me. “What the fuck is this? Okay, stop right there, or I’ll shoot”. The thing did not stop! It just gave out a lower moan and moved even faster toward me. “Stop or I’ll fucking shoot!” I pulled the trigger. The report lit up the night in three quick flashes. The thing fell back. The sound of the rounds hitting bone is all I could hear.
I moved in closer to see if I had killed… whatever it was, when the thing got up! Okay, this shit stops here! I fired one to the head… No more moans.
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