Title:           Week8 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Sunday 15th of May 2016 11:00:26 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Sunday 15th of May 2016 11:00:26 PM CDT

>Hazel doesn’t have time to answer his superior. Right as he opens his mouth and holds his arm out, April’s inference turns out to be more accurate than expected. They start charging towards the officers.
>April points her gun and fired by instinct, having a hard time telling of she hit any of them in the darkness.
>”Cover me!” April fumbles around to put another clip into her gun, praying that she hit at least one of those things.
>The other officers step in front of her as another zombie approaches. Quick reflexes are of essence, and it would have only taken another second for the officers to be dead. They have to keep firing more and more as the number of zombies continues to increase.
>”I’m out!” Silver reaches down to his belt to reload his gun next
>His comrades struggle to give him cover, as they too run out of ammunition within the next ten seconds. The entire group of four has no other choice but to fall back as the growling from right across the small grass field only grows louder faster than they can smack the clips into their guns. The only officer with their gun fully reloaded is April, and the lady does not take her time with her bullets.
>This time, she picks out the zombies one by one and precisely points and shoots at each snarling face she sees emerging out of the dark. April soon finds herself on the front-lines as her fellow officers fall back in the the safety of the lit portion of the back driveway around the corner.
>The blood dripping down Officer Hazel’s arm can now be seen a lot more clearly, and the man covers the wound with his trembling hand. But Officer Silver saw the whole thing.
>He eyes the deputy before holding hid gun pointed at the gunshots still ringing in the dark around the corner. “Hazel?” His eyes grow wide.
>””I-I’m fine. It just scratched me.” Officer Hazel looks the other way while catching his breath.
>The zombie in the front of the crowd of its peers barely takes a step forward before April’s bullet thrusts through it’s head. The officer didn’t even take any time to see if the zombie used to be a man or a woman. No thought to look into who this could have been before their mind was overcome with some sort of monster.
>April has no insight towards the identity of the one she fires towards, as the monster in front of her no longer has an identity. The officer must only worry about protecting herself.
>More bullets are fired, and April makes sure that the bullets land correctly into the places that count.
>Zombies are blown back as April continues pulling her trigger. She has to constantly shift her aim form side to side as each one comes. One creeps up behind a dumpster in the parking lot, letting two of it’s comrades shift April’s attention in the other direction as it gets ready to pounce.
>April fires at the zombie behind the dumpster in a flash, giving up just enough time for the other two zombies to barely make it within five feet of her. But she kept her gaze on them as she fired towards the third zombie, making an inference on where she will need to quickly set her aim in order to blow the closest zombie back. She pulls the trigger and holds her firearm steady, ignoring the yelling coming from the officers behind her.
>”You’re bit!” An officer screams to Hazel. “We can see it, you’re bit!”
>Officer Hazel back away in intense defensiveness. “No! I’m fine! I’m fine! Look out!” He points out another zombie approaching from behind some more bushes.
>These things really know how to stalk their prey like a tiger in the grass.
>Silver gets his gun completely loaded just in time before mowing the zombie down with as many bullets as he can. He stops after April goes running past behind him.
>”We gotta fall back! There’s too many!” She urges Silver to follow her back into the garage.
>After the group of officers goes back inside, the harsh growling of the zombies around the corner goes back to an increasing volume before everyone in the garage can safely come to the conclusion that there is no way they will be able to take on all of the attackers at once. It almost makes April wonder how there are so many arriving at the police station at once. She really doesn’t want to believe that these things are that smart.
>But any actual kind of safe feeling is going to have to wait while this garage door is still open. “Come on, come on…” Silver bashes the button into the little mechanism in the wall as the door very slowly begins to close.
>The zombies are immediately in sight, and Silver has to use the last of the bullets in his gun to fend off against the troop of hungry attackers as they try to infiltrate the station through the open garage.
>April searches for another clip of her belt to find none left once again.
>Right as the door lowers enough to sink below eye level, the zombies have to duck more and more to get under the door. April kicks the closest one to herself in the face to at least stall it enough for Silver to take care of the other two ducking under the door that are closer to his position.
>But the door seems to be closing fast enough to start helping the officer return to a state of comfort. That is… until one last zombie rolls under the thinning space unexpectedly and pounces onto officer Hazel. As though it sensed his wound, the zombie lady bites Hazel in the exact same spot as the other zombie had bitten him before.
>”Aaargh!” Officer Hazel falls back as his partners beat off the zombie lady climbing on top of him.
>April elbows the attacker in the jaw before kicking it back into the night. But that does little to save any time as the garage door is already closed. What April essentially has to do is repeat the same thing she did with other zombies earlier in the day; go full melee.
>Officer Hazel now screams in anguish as April takes care of the zombie that bit him, soon turning away from his partners to hide his wounds. But Officer Silver has already seen enough.
>”Hazel!” He forces himself to bark out, knowing what must be done for the well being of the civilians inside. “H… Haz…” He can’t think of anything to say.
>”We gotta find away to get them away from the building!” April warns at multiple pairs of hands claw the outside of the garage door, causing a hellish ruckus.
>The other officer has already left the storage room to alert the rest of his comrades. Silver notices him slip through the door and stands up to chase after him. “Rust!” He calls out to the officer. “Where do you think you’re going?”
>Officer Rust doesn’t answer, still running down the hallway.
>”Rust!” Officer Silver glances back down at Officer Hazel, noticing him beginning to fluctuate slightly more than before.
>Hazel’s pain is beginning to turn into… something else. Officer Silver hold him still, looking back over to April as she backs away from the increasing commotion against the garage door. He almost uses a calm voice to call out to her, but the flickering lights prompt him to raise his tone.
>”Snow!” Officer Silver is shaking as he fears the darkness that might block his view of the violently undulating man he is restraining. “Check the generators!”
>Even the civilians in the gym can hear Silver’s concerned shouting, knowing that the top member of their protectors sees the imminent danger that could come with the darkness. The lights in the gym had flickered as well.
>Staying pinned against the walls of the corner in which she sits, Pinkie Pie fights back even more tears in attempt to steel herself in the face of the oncoming horror. She can hear it starting to come into fruition through the screams from the garage; the battle cry of absolute doom.
>To the left and right of her are her former classmates.
>Each one of these people whom Pinkie has known before have anything but a hint of happiness on their faces. Something Pinkie had always loved to see from someone else when she wasn’t feeling her best.
>It certainly doesn’t help that the girl isn’t just feeling far from her best, but feeling her worst.
>Pinkie Pie’s mouth twists into a sharp frown for the millionth time today as she listens to the further screaming and gunshots ringing outside of the gym. Are they getting closer?
>The lights flicker once more as Pinkie Pie’s eyes begin to well up, and the girl surrenders as those whimpers of despair escape her throat.
>She couldn’t tell when it was when she began to shake. She only thought to look at her own hands when she saw everyone else curling up tighter into their fetal positions. Pinkie Pie covers her eyes to shield those terrified faced from reaching her sights.
>Their anguish only breaks her heart a little more with each second she stares at them.
>More gunshots continue to ring out before the officers begin to call eachother by name. A lot of things can be speculated by this, and everyone in the gym naturally assumes the worst in the light of everything else they have witnessed on this day.
>However, Pinkie Pie doesn’t need to cover her eyes for much longer to block out the frowns on everyone else’s faces. In an instant, resounding click along with a ghastly electrical hissing, every light goes out.
>Nobody in the gym is brave enough to make a sound during the first couple of minutes of darkness. They all remain frozen in the same position they were in before the blackness engulfed the room, tensing their muscles and doing everything they can to sharpen their hearing.
>Anything to know whether or not they’re safe enough to not need to run through the dark. Everyone quickly discovers that doing so is among the last things they want.
>The gunshots become more distant with an increased amount of echo with each shot.
>Sunset quiets down her shaky breathing, expecting literally anything to happen next. She soon hears the others in the gym start to murmur in a collective panic, and desperately tries to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness so she can see… anything.
>”…Rarity?” Sweetie Belle’s voice croaks.
>A little bit of shuffling around can be heard before the young girl’s sister responds. “Shhh… I got you, darling. I’m right here.” Rarity’s voice would have sounded more reassuring without the crying soon erupting out of many sources in the blackened room.
>Sunset listens for any hints that people might be getting up and moving around.
>”Get your phone!” Norman’s voice calls out to someone.
>Soon after Sunset hears this, she notices numerous rectangles of light appear, speckling the darkness like stars in a clear night sky.