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"The hell if I know. All I know is this time is different. We have bigger weapons."

He said as the car started, him turning it on the street so the back end was facing the doorway of the house. Shifting the gears, he looked behind him as he slowly began toward the house. Once he was at the yard, he pushed more on the gas and struck the two creatures with the end of the car. It jolted as it struck the wall of the house, one of them being knocked inside while the other got slammed into part of the wall. One of the lights on the back was now out, even.

Shifting the gears again, he pressed down on the gas and headed out onto the street. Making a turn, he headed toward the police department.

"And we can get bigger guns."

As the sound of roaring sirens could be heard down the street, Tomi sighed in relief, she thought she'd go insane at the silence she was encountering.

Taking a hit from her cigarette, Tomi blinked in surprise as her short and stubby boss came filing out of one of the cop cars. "What the hell happened?!" Was his gruff question.

Tomi blinked once more. Why was he here? The boss never went on backup calls. Perhaps he did care about her. Tomi inwardly grinned at his shocked face when she called frantically on the communicator. He probably almost pissed himself.

Motioning toward the dead body, Tomi explained what happened earlier. "Where the hell was Biggs?!" Her boss barked, using his famous curse word once more.

"He must have took off, I haven't seen him in over a half-hour."

Her boss muttered incoherent words under his breath and motioned for Tomi to ride with him back to the station. Tomi wondered what was wrong, and wanted nothing more but to curl in a ball and cry.

What she saw back there, it wasn't a normal thing. The look on her boss's face frightened her even more. His usually rough and evil looking snarl was turned into a large frown and his eyes were unreadable. What was going on here?!

She nodded. "Ok, that's good." She got the hint and completly scooted to the other side of the car and looked out of the window.
"I hope the R.P.D can hande this.." She said under her breath.

"So, we need to stock up on firearms, and rally up a army to fight against things that people have never seen before? You know people won't take this lightly, they probablly will be scared.." She said still looking out of the window.

Passing by a Supermarket and noticing a few of the creatues mindlessly walking through the parking lot. "There everywhere...Why don't we just leave the city? We have a car, I don't want to stay here..."

And knowing Umbrella, I have a feeling another cover-up is in progress.
UBCS... She thought to herself.

"People will try to fight, but what would be the use? I know they would try to survive, but think about it, people who don't know this things are helpless, we know enough about them, or atleast I do to take care of them, not saying you don't you have you ways with them." She said with a grin.

"Well, fine, after the Department and the Range, I guess will stay...I mean, but where will we go after those two places?" She said as she looked out the window, the massive Police station coming into view.
"Are we going to go around and kill them all, or try? I mean they would over run..." She stopped short of talking and noticed a pilice barricade up ahead, it was completly torn away and seven officers laid dead around the large blue walls of the barricade, along with about six or seven of the creatures, empty shells lay around them and blood pools were forming around the bodies, along with a stench and a couple of crows.

"The police weren't ready for this..." She said softly but loud enough to hear.

"Who cares. We'd be away from it."

He slowed the car down in front of the station, quickly opening his door and looking over the barricade.

"Damint. A guy just can't sleep damn sleep no more because the city goes to hell while he does."

He muttered under his breath, reaching into the car and pulling out his rifle. Throwing the door closed, he moved over to the police cars and ead bodies - looking them over a moment before turning to the police station and heading up the stairs. He didn't even glance back toward the car to see if Carrie was following... He figured she would.

Malik sat quietly at his desk still. His door was locked. No problem. The small glow of the portable light cast a shadow about the rest of the room. Malik's Mac-10 sat on his desk, fully loaded and ready to go. He his Colt Python open and slid live rounds inside, replacing the dead one he'd been playing with earlier. Things were fine. That's all he had to tell himself. All of a sudden, a form appeared infront of the glass window on the door of Malik's office. For a moment, he thought it might be another human. He clicked the gun shut, just as the form slammed through the glass on the door. He whipped the Python forward, locked his arm. "Bang, Bang." He squeezed the trigger, the .357 barking loudly as the slug left it's resting place, and found a new home inside the face of the..creature. He wouldn't dare call an abomination like that Human.

Malik stood up, and quickly moved to the door, unlocking it and stepping out. He swung his firearm both ways, checking to see if the area was secure. He chuckled at the montrousity on the floor. It was missing it's head, and blood was rapidly spewing out. Unfortunately, it happened to be a uniform. Just another rookie. It was almost sad, really. But there was little time for that.

Laura sighed a bit as she entered the theatre, looking around. The Movie Tunes were already playing, those ever-obnoxious songs that they always played while people were waiting for their movie to start, songs that no one had ever heard before. And oddly enough... Cecelia wasn't there.

"Hey... Cecil? Where are you?" Laura called. That was odd... Cecelia should've been there by now. And... something smelled. Rank.

"Oh, where did she go now?" the German groaned softly. After all, Cecelia had been known to skip off and shrug work before... But there was movement down at the bottom of the threatre, near the screen. However, it was obscured by the chairs.

"Is that you, Cecil?" Laura called, shrugging her broom onto her shoulder and ambling down the aisle to see what was up. The moment she did, though, she wished she hadn't.

What might have been a living human was hunched over the other theatre worker, a bit of bloodied skin dangling from its mouth. Cecelia's eyes were turned upward in an expression of horror, grey-blue eyes, now unseeing, already glazing over. Blood was seeping out over the floor in a steady crimson pool, and the thing... whatever it was, let out a gutteral, rasping snarl and pushed itself to its feet, advancing slowly up the aisle toward her.

Resisting the urge to throw up, Laura just turned and ran, heading back for the lobby. As she went, she threw the trashcan down behind her, sending it rolling crazily down toward the thing. Hopefully it would stop it for a minute...

Breath coming in ragged gasps, Laura ran into the lobby, only to be greeted with more carnage. John's limp form was crumpled in his chair, and Joey was laying limply over the concession counter, blood trickling down the glass and forming a puddle on the floor. She didn't see Chelsea anywhere... However, she did see another of the creatures coming out of the women's bathroom.

Half stumbling over herself, she let out a startled cry, which was followed by a stream of rather choice words in German. Not knowing what else to do, she threw her only weapon-- the broom-- at the thing and ran into the backroom. Quickly, she scopped up her bookbag and threw it over her shoulder, grabbing a mop-less mop handle that was leaning against the wall. However, glancing over her shoulder, she saw the backroom door swing open and the creature step inside, rank odor emanating from it. She couldn't get out the way she got in, so Laura threw open the door to the concession stand and dashed through, letting the door slam shut after her. She clambered haphazardly over the counter and made a dash for the front doors, too frightened to even open the door. Instead, she just tucked her head behind her arms and barreled right through the solid glass pane, landing it a roll and sitting up dazedly in the middle of the sidewalk.

Reaching the doors, the man used to his left hand to pull it open and immedately brought up his rifle. Using it to peer around inside a few moments, he stepped inside and motioned for Carrie to follow. Lowering the rifle, he shook his head.

"Doesn't look good... There should be more activity in here."