"More Zombies?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE ARE NO AVAILABLE OFFICERS, THEY ARE EATING HIM!"   

The dispatcher orders Deacon to calm down.  She explains that they are dealing with calls like this everywhere with what officers they have left.  She then tells him that he is going to have to handle it himself with any means necessary.  He assures her that he will, as he remembers the small arsenal still in his truck. 

            Looking out the window, he sees the “Thing” still stuck in the door, he glances at the one still binging on Trent.  He deems these things are not human, and if they are human they sure as hell are not acting like it.  Deacon runs through the plant, going out the back door.  He sees three people stumbling down the street in hospital gowns.  Yelling to them, they turn around.  They appear to be just as pale as the two “Things” that had started eating Trent.  Deacon quickly tucks in behind one of the parked cars in the parking lot.  He looks underneath the car to see if they are still coming towards him.  He crawls around the cars working his way to his to his truck.  Finally reaching it, Deacon trembles with fear as he tries to listen for the dragging of feet from the three in hospital groans.  The only thing he can hear is his own heart beating uncontrollably.  Opening the door ever so quietly, Deacon pulls out the pistol case on the floor and pulls out a model 1911 in a .45 caliber.  He tucks it in the back of his pants.  Next he pulls out the longer case opening it up.  He takes out his AR-15 and grabs the only clip still loaded, quietly sliding it in the lower receiver of the rifle.  Deacon pulls back on the charging handle, readying the gun.