Title:           Week9 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Friday 20th of May 2016 10:54:32 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 20th of May 2016 10:54:32 PM CDT

>The total darkness is gone for now.
>It may be hard to make out everyone’s faces even to the point of it being hard to tell who is who, but the expressions of terror are more recognizable than familiar features of the faced of loved ones.
>”HAZEL!” April’s voice soon echoes throughout the halls. “HAZEL ANSWER ME!”
>A rancid growling soon comes after, prompting April to call for Officer Silver and Officer Rust next.
>Everyone grows quiet as the growling draws closer to the darkened room. Some point the screens of their phones towards the entrance, giving it a slight spotlight that does little to ease their fears from wondering what might await them in the dark.
>The only indication of any new developments taking place is April’s panicked yelling. “Silver! Silver!”
>None of the people she calls out to respond.
>The officer can be heard running around through the hallways in search of something. Her pace quickens with each step, and the light from her flashlight soon flooding the surfaces of the walls and ceiling. This light is a lot dimmer than the flashlight she left behind at Canterlot High.
>The people in the gym start to call out to her as she gets closer.
>”Snow?” Officer Silver’s voice distantly sounds from somewhere outside.
>April stops dead in her tracks and spins around to try to face the voice of her comrade.
>”Snow! Rust and I need help right now!” His call is followed by a couple of gunshots.
>April looks back at the civilians in the gymnasium, knowing from the fearful looks on their faces that they heard the same growling rolling through the halls that she had heard. She knows that the last thing they want to see is her leave them behind when there is a prominent threat right here in the station.
>Not to mention any of the other zombies that could enter with that door April remembers being wide open during the last hectic minute. She wants to kill Silver for opening it to kill one of the zombies, though she can’t blame him since the zombie he shot was following some cables over to a fuse box.
>No more growling can be heard in the hallways.
>”Yo Snow…” Another officer’s voice sounds from around a corner. “I can see here from my post. You’re good.”
>”SNOW!” Officer Silver is now sounding a lot more terrified as April starts back over to the garage area. “Help!”
>”It’s okay… I’ve gotcha.” The officer who has been guarding the gym entrance assures the people inside.
>For a split second, his heavy breathing is the only thing to be heard, that is, before the gunshots from April’s direction start to sound once again. The officer shines his flashlight into the gym, almost entering the door so he can guard form the inside.
>”Officer Snow’s a good shot. Those things are gonna have a hard time dodging her.” He musters up a fer reassuring words as he notices the tears on more of the faces in front of him. “Everyone listen up. I’m Officer Willow. And until the others get back, I’m going to be right around this corner.” He points towards the hallway behind him with his chin, keeping both of his hands on his gun. “If anyone hears anything… and I mean anything, holler. I’ll be right-”
>A sudden snarl cuts the officer off, and he spins around in an instant to confront whatever made the noise.
>He’s tackled to the ground before he can point his gun.
>It takes less than a second for the people in the gym to figure out what just happened. The panic spreads through the room like wildfire, except half of the civilians are standing up this time.
>Already feeling extremely intolerant to darkened rooms, Rarity stumbles in the direction of the only other gym entrance with Sweetie Belle tightly in her grasp.
>”Somebody do something!” Trixie’s voice calls out as Officer Willow’s screams start to become louder.
>Sunset, not knowing what else to do, calls out for April.
>Rushed footsteps can be heard hurrying towards the exit. Had it not been for the small amount of light coming from everyone’s screens, those footsteps would have been running straight into each other. By the time Sunset herself stands up, half of the people have left the gym.
>”Somebody help him!” Derpy’s voice sounds out from somewhere in the gym.
>A few of the people collectively answer her over each other, but the fact that their voices are either outside the door or moving towards the door says enough. Derpy soon follows them after she realizes that even Bulk Biceps is out there with the crowd.
>Three of the remaining cops guarding the station try to escort the crowd back into the gym before they learn what just happened. Two cops take the long way through the hallways to confront the situation while another tells everyone to line up against the wall and quiet down.
>Bulk Biceps takes a countless amount of looks at the crowd to make sure that everyone made it out of the gym. Those bloodcurdling screams he heard back there meant nothing other than bad news for whoever was unfortunate enough to stay in the gym once the danger reached the room.
>At the other door on the other side of the gym, Officer Willow can still be heard fighting for his life. No one can tell exactly how dire the situation is, but the worst is assumed no matter what.
>”We need to leave.” Cadence shudders as she glares back into the gym that’s now back to complete blackness. “They’re getting in here.”
>Trixie perks up and spins around to answer. “What? Are you kidding?”
>”We have to!”
>”I’m not g- Trixie’s not going out there with those things running around!” Trixie almost violently points out the window.
>”Didn’t you see what happened when we tried to secure Crystal Prep?”
>”Why do you think I was there when that happened?”
>Cadence steps closer to Trixie. “Do you realize how nearly impossible it is to secure a school?”
>”Stop right there!” One fo the cops’ voices sounds on the other side of the gym.
>The ruckus that follows sounds like something straight out of a movie. A couple of shots are fired and the sound of a limp body hitting the floor soon concludes the first series of loud noises.
>”It isn’t safe here! The cops are good protection, yes, but we’re setting ourselves up for destruction if we stay in one place! We need mobility!” Cadence turns to some of the other students and starts to tell them the exact same thing, like a broken record.
>A pair of hands slams against the window behind Rarity as she leans against it. The glass damn near shatters behind her, startling her enough to spring forward and fly right into the wall of the other side of the hallway.
>Everyone shrieks and migrates to the middle of the hallway. The two cops who had ventured to the other side of the gym have yet to be heard from.
>”No! Leaving is stupid!” Argues Trixie as she tries to regain Cadence’s attention. “We could easily secure this place! Aren’t there jail cells in police stations?”
>”That doesn’t matter!” Cadence carefully watches the windows, remembering events that happened last time she and a few others were next to a window when her group was larger. “They learn. And they lean fast. I don’t think you understand.”
>”We will be fine here! We have… COPS! Okay? Cops protecting us! They have guns!”
>”One of the officers was just caught off guard, Trixie! It’s only a matter of-”
>April’s voice cuts Cadence off from down the hallway. “Hey!” She’s waving her hands in a frantic gesture for the civilians to come towards her direction, but her silhouette can hardly be seen in the near pitch blackness. “They got in!”
>”What?” Trixie freezes. “But… but how?”
>”Just get away for there now! NOW!” April’s voice is slightly overshadowed by a sharp snarling sound from the other end of the hallway.
>Nobody needs to take the time to question what it was, they need to leave now.
>The entire group turns into a cramped cluster of panic as everyone tries to escape in the same direction all at once. Luna and Celestia try their best to stay near one another, as do Rarity and Sweetie Belle. Fluttershy hold into Bulk’s arm for dear life as she lets him pull her to the front of the fleeing crowd.
>The people cannot get away from the noise quickly enough, especially when they can hear it sound off again.
>”Follow me!” April continues down the dark hallway, already surging ahead of those who follow her.
>But the rest of the terrifies people catch up to her after she slows down a little bit on account of the weight of all of the new ammunition she just picked up.
>Every second that goes by feels like the very last second in everyone’s life with the darkness hiding nearly everything. That presence of the danger forces each mind to imagine a pair of claw-like hands and hungry teeth waiting for them inches away in every little bit of the darkness.
>It’s extremely difficult to fit everyone into the storage room.
>After recognizing where she is, Sunset starts to question why April led everyone to here instead of somewhere she imagines is more safe. The battered corpse on the floor only prompts the group to migrate to the side of the room where there aren’t pools of blood.
>In this moment, no one can think of themselves as an individual. Despite fearing for their lives, the danger still somehow establishes, in everyone’s minds, that they are a single group of people waiting to be overrun by hordes of zombies. That’s all they see — clusters of terrified faces that reflect every single thing they’re feeling.
>Just as shaken and fragile as they are. Just as doomed.
>April runs around the room, dragging around a number of the cardboard boxes that fell off of the shelves and pushing them in front of the door. The boxes are lined up all along the bottom of the door except for about three feet of space.
>After this is completed, April trots over to the red button on the wall, thinking to herself that she is about to go on a suicide mission. But she doesn’t waste a second, and slams her hand onto the button twice, a few seconds apart to create a tiny rectangular gap.
>The group watches her slip through, screaming something along the lines of “Stay away from the door!” as she pulls her gun out.
>A cold gust of wind hits April’s face as she aims before doing anything else.
>A slight movement in the shadows catch’s April’s eye before she points and shoots, squeezing the trigger with even the force of her forearm tensing. It’s hard to make out the zombie getting blown back in the darkness of the night air, but April’s sight makes it out just fine with the fire in her eyes.
>It turns out that there are at least two more zombies opposite of the direction in which April faces, and the officer knows from the sounds of their hungry groaning that the first thing that turns around to meet them is her elbow.
>Which she delivers directly to a snarling face the very second she sternly hold her arm up and spins around to confront the danger. The blow sends the zombie falling back more than April thanks to her sturdy footing.
>And with her other hand, April pulls her trigger just as hard as the last time. The zombie is hit in the neck at first, but gets a metallic kiss on the lips from the immediate follow up bullet.
>With an almost calm sense of focus, the officer turns again and counts the remaining visible targets. Two more out in the distance so far, about to come close enough for April to aim with confidence. After delivering one round into the elbowed zombie that almost succeeded in rising back up to its feet, April turns her barrel to the two approaching zombies an instant before the get within arms reach. Her breathing remains steady —  not in a relaxed fashion, but even despite being heavy and labored.
>She could have sworn the very next bullet fired sent one’s head spinning, until the head itself never hits the ground on account of what looks like a single tendon forcing it to dangle over the edge of its shoulders.
>Stumbling a little bit as April sweeps its leg, the last zombie to have been fully standing straight up ruthlessly grabs into the cold open air. This is the first one that actually got close to April for long enough for her to make out any details on its face. That soulless gaze in its eyes… there’s no way there could be anything human behind that.
>The only life that’s given to those eyes is the glow of aggressive hunger that lightens the zombie’s entire face as it charges towards the officer. Those predatory eyes remain focused on April, until a bullet soars it way right between them and puts that light out.
>A disoriented last zombie standing can’t find out where April is standing, despite hearing the gunshots right next to it. April trots up to the wandering beast, cautiously pointing her gun directly at its dangling head. A hint of mercy crosses April’s mind for the slightest second.
>That hint of mercy tells her to save the bullet, that this last zombie deserves to waddle around a little bit longer as long as it doesn’t prove to be a thorn in April’s side.
>But April wouldn’t have had a change of heart if rushed footfalls from the dark behind her barely rose above the moaning sonority of the wind. A final gunshot interrupts and silences that hint of mercy, sending one bullet into the dangling head before the new attacker gets close enough to become an easier target.
>The footsteps make it within accurate firing range of, and April Snow spins around to deliver a quick shot right into the zombie’s forehead just like (almost) all of the others. Two things are discovered the very instant after April pulls the trigger.
>The gun clicks; out of ammunition. And right during the very echo of this initially deathly click, officer Silver’s voice calls out from the target’s direction. “Whoa!”
>A shock crashes into April before she realizes that Silver didn’t come face to face with Brass.
>”Sorry…” April blurts out without thinking about anything else to say.
>She finds herself in a state of utter shock as she realizes how lucky Silver was just now.
>”It’s fine, whatever. Let’s get the van.” Officer Silver is already striding along the side of the building towards the cluttered parking lot.
>Everyone in the storage room tries to stay quiet as they await the return of the cops outside. Whatever it was that April had planned, it better have worked. That gap in the door is still there, and there’s no telling what things out there could hear the rustling around in the room.
>The gunshots they just heard from before have ceased, and the silence outside that follows leaves it to their imagination to decide what it was that happened to cause the noises to stop.
>Nobody is speaking quietly enough to each other when the faint uneven footsteps of another zombie barely skim past along the wall outside, heading towards the garage. Nobody hears it approach the gap in the door, speeding up its pace.
>Only when an arm reaches under the bottom of the door does the screaming start up, directing the entire crowd’s attention towards the gap.
>It’s as though death is grabbing each person by the arm, tightening its grip as the zombie’s grimacing face appears next as it dips under. Bulk Biceps springs into action, tackling the zombie back down to the floor after it makes it all the way into the room except for its feet.
>He bear-hugs the zombie as it squirms around, but not to get out of his grasp. The zombie is turning its head in attempt to get a bite into Bulk’s arm.
>An attempt to grab the zombie by the neck does little to no help as Bulk struggles to get the zombie to face away from him. The zombie lowers his face the instant Bulk’s hand reaches the throat and take a slow, gradual bite into his wrist. The pain shoots through Bulk, somewhat giving him enough of a shock of energy to throw the zombie out of his grasp and start stomping on its head before it can stand back up a second time.