The Good, The Bad, and The Hungry.

A gooey mess of tobacco hit the floor of this hospital. This once pristine place had been devastated by the recent outbreak. The cop checks his gun as he walks down the narrow corridor. He felt something he hadn't felt in a long time. He felt actually guilt, remorse for what he had done to that man. That man that only wanted to see his wife one last time. He kept telling himself it was for the greater good though.

He heard a wet thud up ahead around the corner from him. He pokes his head around the corner to see a woman bleeding on the ground. She was a beautiful brown haired woman. It made the cop miss his now dead girlfriend. The killer stood about 20 feet away, a single zombie dressed in a doctors outfit. Half of his face was peeled off to expose muscle and bone.

Not wanting to alert any other fallen to his location he quickly moved to the zombie, snapping its neck. The zombie didn't react as the cop slowly let him fall to the ground. He quickly grabbed the undead and began to drag him to behind a nearby desk. As he relinquished his grip the zombie sunk his teeth into the cop. Having to bite his lower lip not to scream he had his own mortality flash before his eyes. Not liking this, he stomped the zombies skull into the desk, sending blood and brain every where. "Fucking prick!" He whispered as he checked his wound. He knew he would live, but had no clue if the virus would infect him. Was he one of the immune? He had no way of knowing, he began to search the rooms for some sort of bandages for his wound.

He quickly found some antiseptic alcohol and some bandages. He held his arm over a sink and poured the burning liquid over his still bubbling wound. The skin around the bite was already black and dead. He dried the wound and wrapped it with haste. He then began to investigate the rooms some more. He had came here to look for any medical supplies he could find. He had a headache that made it tough for him to focus. Tough for him to see the enemies before him. It strained his thoughts and actions, so he had to take care of it.

After 20 minutes of searching, and passing hundreds of dead bodies. He found what he was looking for. He took 4 pills and put the rest in the bag on his back. Now if he could only find some some food he would be ready to go to the police station. He jumped as he heard someone pounding on a door ahead of him. He ran to the door and listened on it. He didn't hear the normal sounds of a zombie. The hard wet thud of their decaying flesh hitting something hard. So he felt brave enough to whisper in between the banging. "Who is in there?" The cop asked, the banging stopped for a few minutes. The seconds hung in the air as the tension raised. No other sound could be heard in the small hospital, this was a good sign he thought.

"My names is Charlie," The door said. "and I cant get this door open." The door locked from the outside, but he saw no key. "Wheres the key?" The cop spoke as he struggled with the door handle. "My mom had it, she was going to try to find more food." Charlie said. The cops heart sank as he realized that the boys mother was none other than the beautiful brown haired woman he just saw dying in a pool of her own blood.

Not knowing how to handle this he did the only thing he knew to do. He reported the news as he saw it. "Your mother is dead son." He said coldly as he heard the child start sobbing. "Look I didn't mean for it to come out like that, I just I don't know how...." He stopped as he realized the key must be on the mothers body. "Ill be right back." He said, almost apologetically as he jogged towards the fallen body. He knew it would rise soon, so they'd have to be quick. He fumbled through the woman's pockets as found a key and a knife. It had the initials R.J carved into it. He took both items and inserted the key into the door. As he did a young boy jumped at him. The cop dodged and pushed the boy into the wall. "What the hell are you doing?" The cop asked indignantly as the boy stood up. He didn't appear to be infected so the cop was confused.

"I'm sorry, I was just trying to...." The boy said as he began to sob. Holding back the tears a bit he wiped his eyes and said, "Never mind I guess. Where is my mom?" He said as he looked at the cop, his green eyes shining like beacons under the tears. "Shes over that way" The cop said. "You cant miss her." He pointed. The boy ran off as the cop entered the room.

Inside looked like a normal hospital room. With the exception of two backpacks and a duffel bag sitting on the hospital bed. He quickly searched them to find they were full of supplies. One of the packs were filled with what looked to be school supplies. This was obviously the boys. The second was filled with various medical supplies, a very simple kit, but useful nonetheless. The duffel bag was filled with food, it looks like the boy and his mother raided some of the vending machines. The cop grabbed a water and a candy bar and zipped the bag back up.

"What are you doing?" The boy said as he entered the room again. "That's my stuff." He moved to the bags and began to put them on very clumsily. "The food and medical supplies are a great idea." The cop chuckled as he watched the boys efforts. "but the school bag may be a bit much." The boy looked at him curiously. "Where is my dads knife?" He asked. The cop was confused for a second before he remembered the knife he pulled from the woman's pocket. "Yea here ya go." He said as he tossed it to the boy. "Thank you." The boy said sullenly. "He gave it to me on his first day of work." he said as he pocketed the knife. The cop, as he finished off his candy bar asked, "What did he do?"

"He was a lawyer." The boy said sadly.

So a cop, a lawyer, and a zombie walk into a bar....

I have been walking with him for about three miles now. This cop, with his gun and his badge. This cop with his bad attitude and reckless disregard. Cant say that i blame him though. When the zombies came the only rule of law was who had the bigger gun. So cop trumps lawyer. As we walk down this desolate road, barren of anything but abandoned vehicle, a shambling husk approaches us from a broke down yellow hummer. The cop easily dispatches him. 'six bullets left' he spits as he lowers his weapon, with the zombie dropping just as quick.

"Where did you say you were going?" the cop asked me. "I didn't" I said feeling bold. "Well you can go back to town if you'd like, pussy" he said bluntly. In that moment i noticed the sunken features of the mans crater like face. He wasn't some young hotshot cop. This man had seen and done things I couldn't imagine

"I'm heading home." I said, deciding it was best to give the dog with the gun a bone. The cop spat as I finished. "Home?" he questioned. "Home don't exist no more." as he spoke my heart dropped. I knew it to be true, I saw it on the news before I left town. Chicago was one of the first cities to fall. Too many people to escape properly. But I couldn't give up, my beautiful Milla wouldn't give up on me. "My wife and son wouldn't give up on me" I said, abruptly ending the silence that had fallen thick like fog.

"Ahh. a woman, now that makes more sense." He said as his features took a softer appearance. "You know Chicago has fallen right?" He finished. Somehow him saying it made it feel more real. "Maybe she made it, if anyone could make it, it was Milla." I pleaded, trying desperately to convince myself. "Maybe you're right, he started as we hopped over a couple cars crashed into a roadblock. "I'm going to Chicago to see if any of the police department made it out." He said with a smirk. "And if they didn't I'm taking their guns."

As he said this two more shambling dead stumble towards us. They were elderly, and they looked a lot like my neighbors. The cop sighed as he shot two well placed shots. Brain matter sprawled on the road behind the couple as they fell. "Four left" he declared as he checked the bodies for anything useful. "Just money" he shouted as I got a little ahead of him, I couldn't waste any time. Up ahead the road turned sharply, with a giant patch of trees to both sides. "Alright lets be careful." The cop whispered as we slowly rounded the trees. Up ahead a beacon shone, an abandoned Harley sat running.

We both looked to each other and started to run towards it. As we did undead poured from the trees like sap. We continued to run but they were closing on us. It was clear they'd catch us before we got to the bike. The cop looked to me with a sullen look. "I'm sorry" he said to me as we ran. "Sorry for wh.." I tried to say, but it was no use. Two bullets ripped through my throat as i fell convulsing.

The cop ran ahead and yelled, "two left" the zombies started to close on me as I realized why he did it. I was bait, a means to an end. He sacrificed me so that he could live. As my eyes closed and the hoard descended upon me I saw him mount the bike. He sped off in an instant. All I could think of was Milla as twilight took me. I suddenly hoped there was a god as I exhaled for the last time