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“I’m doing my job. I’m still an officer of the law, you know, the people who protect the innocent? I have to go out there and see if anyone is still alive. There could still be innocent, sane people who need help.” He said, putting his hands on her shoulders, looking at her sternly, “Ali, I’ll be okay.”

Her lips quivered as she held back either words or actions she knew she couldn’t act on. Not now. Not in front of everyone. She met his gaze, her panic showing despite her threatening words. “If you don’t come back alive and safe… I will fucking find you, bring you back to life and kill you again. Got it?”

“I have no doubt in my mind that you would do no less that that.” He said, unbuttoning his filthy blue uniform shirt, tossing it on the bench, pulling her into a hug, holding her gently against his kevlar covered chest. “I promise I’ll come back, Ali.”

He sighed, knowing that what he really wanted to do would have to wait for now. Burke returned from the nearest storage closet, shouldering an assault rifle used by the SWAT Team.

“Here, put this on.” He said, handing his friend a long sleeved shirt, the words “POLICE” in bright yellow lettering on the back. Slipping it on, he looked at his friend, nodding silently. Pocketing a handful of spare shotgun shells and checking the pistol that Burke handed him a moment ago.

“Come back alive, dumbass.” Burke said, grinning.

“Yeah yeah, I will. Jackass.” He replied, the two bumping fists. Burke put his hand on Alissons shoulder, gently motioning her to the back with him as Parker moved to the front, opening the door to the outside. It might as well have been the gate to hell.

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“The chain of command is all screwed up. Everyone is acting on their own. Alisson, I want you to go into the back, into the drunk tank. It’s locked and barred, so it should hold up.” he stood back up. “I want you to wait there for me.”

“Sheamus! There you are!” Came a welcome voice from behind him. He turned to see Burke coming towards him, “Glad to see you got here in one piece and still human!”

“Same to you. Charles, I’m going to go out and see how bad the damage is. I need you to look after Alisson, okay? I’m having her stay in the drunk tank so she’s safe, okay? Please man, I know I can trust you.”

Burke wanted nothing more than to protest; his friend was insane for going out there, but he knew he must have some underlying reason to be going out there. He nodded, looking over at Alisson.

Sheamus reached to his belt, unclipping his pistol from his hip, placing it in her hands, “You remember how to use it, right?”

She nodded slowly, her brows furrowed in confusion as to why he was telling her to wait there… Where the hell was he going? She watched his interaction with his old friend, her heart stopping cold at his mention of going back out there… Was he fucking insane?!

She took the gun with a blank, oddly calm look, making sure that the safety was still on before leaning over and placing it in the side of her boots and standing up again. Once standing she grasped his shirt, giving him a slight shake. “Are you fucking insane?! Going out there now? What exactly are you expecting to accomplish other than getting yourself killed, you dumbass?” Her voice shook with anger and confusion, her grip tightening.

“I’m doing my job. I’m still an officer of the law, you know, the people who protect the innocent? I have to go out there and see if anyone is still alive. There could still be innocent, sane people who need help.” He said, putting his hands on her shoulders, looking at her sternly, “Ali, I’ll be okay.”

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His heart sank in his chest. He himself had visited the ladies she spent time with at the hospital, they were the sweet kind of grandmotherly ladies. He took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat. He reached out, putting his arms around her shoulders, rubbing her arm gently.

“It’ll be okay. I’m sure of it.” He said, hoping he could believe his own words, “I’m going to change out of these clothes into something more protected, load up on some weapons and ammunition and find out what’s going on. Someone has to help us, the army, something.”

Personally, he wanted to see if Alisson’s friends from the hospital had gotten out safely and still human, if only to make her happy. Of course, the other reason was obvious; he wanted to protect the people who weren’t infected with whatever this was.

She melted into his touch, her head coming to temporarily rest in the crook of his neck inhaling a shaky breath and taking his familiar sent in. It hurt to be this close… to feel his touch again after what had happened… but what would a little affection hurt if the world was ending… Or… whatever the hell was happening…

She nodded solemnly against him, not sure if she could trust his words. He’d said them a week and a half ago, and it certainly had yet to feel like it’d be ok. No. She’d never be entirely ok if he had to be married to another woman… but she’d get through it… And perhaps now she wouldn’t have to worry about that…

Taking one more steadying breath, she nodded again, pulling away again to look him in the eyes. “Alright. I …trust you.” She grasped his hand tightly in hers for a moment before letting go and allowing him to do as he needed. She’d wait.

“The chain of command is all screwed up. Everyone is acting on their own. Alisson, I want you to go into the back, into the drunk tank. It’s locked and barred, so it should hold up.” he stood back up. “I want you to wait there for me.”

“Sheamus! There you are!” Came a welcome voice from behind him. He turned to see Burke coming towards him, “Glad to see you got here in one piece and still human!”

“Same to you. Charles, I’m going to go out and see how bad the damage is. I need you to look after Alisson, okay? I’m having her stay in the drunk tank so she’s safe, okay? Please man, I know I can trust you.”

Burke wanted nothing more than to protest; his friend was insane for going out there, but he knew he must have some underlying reason to be going out there. He nodded, looking over at Alisson.

Sheamus reached to his belt, unclipping his pistol from his hip, placing it in her hands, “You remember how to use it, right?”

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“Ali? Thank god you’re safe! But, what’re you doing here?” he asked, quickly walking over to her, sitting down next to her on the bench, setting his weapon beside him he took a few deep breaths. He looked down at him uniform, seeing specks of blood spatter on his chest, mud and grass stains going up his legs from his frantic run to safety.

“What the hell is going on? This is insane. I mean, were they even human? or, God I don’t know.” He said, putting his head in his hands, running them through his short hair.

She grasped his arm as soon as he sat beside her, her eyes racking over his body, searching for any injuries of his own among the stains and blood.”I- it seemed like the best place to go… I was on my way to the hospital to do my rounds when some guy came at my car, trying to break in…”

“I have no fucking idea…” She took off her glasses, rubbing the bridge of her nose before returning them to her face. “I don’t know… I’ve tried asking around… but they aren’t saying anything. I just-” She brought her legs up on the bench, wrapping her arms around them and burring her face in her knees as she rambled slightly. “I just wanted to see the ladies for a bit and chat… for all I know they could all be dead or one of those… things. I can’t-“

His heart sank in his chest. He himself had visited the ladies she spent time with at the hospital, they were the sweet kind of grandmotherly ladies. He took a deep breath, swallowing the lump in his throat. He reached out, putting his arms around her shoulders, rubbing her arm gently.

“It’ll be okay. I’m sure of it.” He said, hoping he could believe his own words, “I’m going to change out of these clothes into something more protected, load up on some weapons and ammunition and find out what’s going on. Someone has to help us, the army, something.”

Personally, he wanted to see if Alisson’s friends from the hospital had gotten out safely and still human, if only to make her happy. Of course, the other reason was obvious; he wanted to protect the people who weren’t infected with whatever this was.

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He ran, that’s all he could really do right now. Cars crowded the streets, and the only people out here seemed to be the deranged cannibals that stumbled and ran towards him, only to meet their end with a face full of lead. One got behind him, getting within feet of biting him. He spun around, catching the freak under the jaw with the butt of the shotgun. He didn’t dare stop or slow down for too long, the sounds of his gunshots was attracting the attention of more of them. 

His breath came in ragged, deep gasps as he pressed on, forcing himself to keep going, even if his body totally gave out on him. Finally he saw the lighted sign that read “POLICE” in bold letters, a wave of relief washing over him, even as he saw his fellow officers still running around in chaos. He burst through the door, catching his breath before seeing someone he didn’t expect to see here.

After hearing his voice ring out over the radio, she tried moving more to the front, wanting to either find someone out there that could help him… that knew what was going on, or at least being close if/when he arrived. The officers seemed to disagree. She was pushed back to her earlier bench, forced to watch her surroundings as the officers frantically gathered weaponry and tried figuring out how to deal with what was going on.

She kept her eyes trained on the door, ears listening for anymore radio calls when she finally spotted him. He was breathing heavily, shotgun in hand, before his eyes finally landed on her. Her brows furrowed and she bit her lip, not sure what to do or say, fighting the urge to try to get to him in the frantic station.

“Ali? Thank god you’re safe! But, what’re you doing here?” he asked, quickly walking over to her, sitting down next to her on the bench, setting his weapon beside him he took a few deep breaths. He looked down at him uniform, seeing specks of blood spatter on his chest, mud and grass stains going up his legs from his frantic run to safety.

“What the hell is going on? This is insane. I mean, were they even human? or, God I don’t know.” He said, putting his head in his hands, running them through his short hair.

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“Anyone?! Is anyone there? Dammit someone answer! What the fuck is going on?!” Sheamus shouted into the radio, speeding up when he came across several infected charging a woman fleeing into her home; the poor bastards didn’t stand a chance against the reinforced vehicle, thrown to the ground and crushed beneath it.

The Police Station was roughly two miles from City Hall, and already the insanity had begun to spread fast; too fast to be contained. Whatever this was, it was too much for the police to handle. He figured the military would intervene, but what would they do? They’d probably just bomb the city and be done with it. He hoped not, but then again, he knew how things worked in these situations; sacrifice a few to save the many. 

Sheamus was forced to slam on the brakes, barely avoiding slamming into the car stopped in front of him. Several cars had slammed into trees or power poles, making it impossible to drive on the sidewalk. Which meant he would have to walk, something he would rather not do right now. He looked to the sides, and behind him; nothing was around at the moment. He took a deep breath before getting out, pulling the lever for the trunk release. Quickly, he ran around to the back, unhooking the shotgun mounted to the trunk, checking the safety before taking the spare ammo with him, slamming the trunk shut. The sound was terrifyingly loud, even with the screams in the distance. He had about another mile to go until he got to the station. One mile.

Her head shot up immediately at the sound of exasperated voice ring out out from a nearby radio, the officers nearby too busy to notice, but she’d recognize that voice anywhere.

She felt a breath of relief leave her, knowing that he was still alive… until her brain furthered processed what it was he was saying… how he was saying it. He may have been alive, but he certainly wasn’t out of danger… none of them were.

He ran, that’s all he could really do right now. Cars crowded the streets, and the only people out here seemed to be the deranged cannibals that stumbled and ran towards him, only to meet their end with a face full of lead. One got behind him, getting within feet of biting him. He spun around, catching the freak under the jaw with the butt of the shotgun. He didn’t dare stop or slow down for too long, the sounds of his gunshots was attracting the attention of more of them. 

His breath came in ragged, deep gasps as he pressed on, forcing himself to keep going, even if his body totally gave out on him. Finally he saw the lighted sign that read “POLICE” in bold letters, a wave of relief washing over him, even as he saw his fellow officers still running around in chaos. He burst through the door, catching his breath before seeing someone he didn’t expect to see here.

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The scene downtown was pure chaos. The rioters had completely lost their minds, the horde scattering through the streets faster than the police and SWAT teams could control them. They seemed to attack indiscriminately, and the poor souls who got in the way were torn to pieces within seconds. It was all Sheamus could do to get himself and any other surviving citizens out of there.

His radio was going crazy, reports all over town of these attacks were flooding in, as well as responses from the control center.

“This is Deputy Sheamus Parker, anyone, come in!” He barked into the radio, getting static and garbled responses, “The rioters have begun to attack and kill citizens and officers, we have no choice but to open fire and use deadly force, over!”

“Sheamus, forget about it!” Charles snapped, his weapon already drawn and aimed at the horde. “Forget about orders right now, if we don’t do something we’ll both die!”

“But…” Sheamus was about to say, but was cut off by the sudden discharge of his friends gun; he always was one hell of a shot with a pistol.

“Listen, your life, my life, and the lives of every person here is threatened by these insane bastards. It’s our job to protect the innocent by any means necessary.” Charles said, his words burning into his friends mind. “Come on, we gotta get the fuck out of here!”

With a nod, he ran beside his friend, directing anyone who was still sane inside, several people had already begun boarding up doors and windows, or blocking them with furniture or displays. The pair split up, each heading to their cars. As Sheamus was about to open the door, he was confronted by one of them; a man with paled skin, blood on his face and a very nasty looking  bite taken from his neck. He seemed to snarl at the deputy. There was almost no time to react as he rushed forward, almost screaming as he raced to his next meal. Training took over, and with two shots the walking corpse fell to the ground with a thump, unmoving.

Quickly, he threw the door open, getting inside, turning the key in the ignition and slamming it into gear, whipping it around and heading directly towards the Police Station.

She sat nervously off to the side, Frank having been called away on something urgent and leaving her to her thoughts and the chaotic radio calls she was overhearing. As she curled her legs up close to her body, her eyes trained on her surrounding, and more specifically, the entrance, she felt somewhat sick to her stomach… People were… eating each other? …What the hell had gone wrong that people would have started doing something so terrible?

“Anyone?! Is anyone there? Dammit someone answer! What the fuck is going on?!” Sheamus shouted into the radio, speeding up when he came across several infected charging a woman fleeing into her home; the poor bastards didn’t stand a chance against the reinforced vehicle, thrown to the ground and crushed beneath it.

The Police Station was roughly two miles from City Hall, and already the insanity had begun to spread fast; too fast to be contained. Whatever this was, it was too much for the police to handle. He figured the military would intervene, but what would they do? They’d probably just bomb the city and be done with it. He hoped not, but then again, he knew how things worked in these situations; sacrifice a few to save the many. 

Sheamus was forced to slam on the brakes, barely avoiding slamming into the car stopped in front of him. Several cars had slammed into trees or power poles, making it impossible to drive on the sidewalk. Which meant he would have to walk, something he would rather not do right now. He looked to the sides, and behind him; nothing was around at the moment. He took a deep breath before getting out, pulling the lever for the trunk release. Quickly, he ran around to the back, unhooking the shotgun mounted to the trunk, checking the safety before taking the spare ammo with him, slamming the trunk shut. The sound was terrifyingly loud, even with the screams in the distance. He had about another mile to go until he got to the station. One mile.

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Ironically, Sheamus’ car sped down that same road, roaring past the infected man as well as Alissons car, sirens screaming the entire time as he picked up the pace, reports coming in that the rioters were getting more and more restless and violent. He thought he heard the dispatcher say that they were actually killing the crows, squirrels and other small animals they could get their hands on, and, more disturbingly, he thought he heard them say they were eating them. The Deputy shuddered at the thought. There really were some messed up people in the world, weren’t there?

When he arrived to Main Street, the scene was utter chaos. Officers were directing civilians away from the turmoil, telling them to get in their cars and leave, and if they couldn’t to get inside and stay there.

“Sheamus!” A male voice called out; a dark haired, heavy set man waved him over. It was his friend from the academy, Charles Burke. The two grew close over the course of their training and did the best he could to distract his friend from his troubles.

“Charlie, what the fuck is going on? The dispatcher said they were EATING animals!” Sheamus called out as he hurried over to his friend.

“Sheamus, my boy, you have no fucking idea.” He said grimly. Off in the distance, they could see plumes of smoke from tear gas bombs meant to disorient the crowds. “Tear gas isn’t doing a damn thing. Not a god damned fucking thing.”

“Seriously? What are they, on some sort of drug?” He asked, looking out at the crowd of rioters, beating their fists angrily on the hard, fiberglass shields of the Riot Police. 

“Who knows. Right now, we’re getting people out of here. Give me a hand, would you?” 

“Right!” Sheamus nodded as they rushed over to help the evacuated citizens, directing them to take the country roads and keep driving, to stay out of the city until further notice. Just as Sheamus helped an elderly woman into her car, watching her drive off, he heard something that made his blood run cold; a bloodcurdling human scream. He whirled around, looking to see a man grabbed by the hands of the rioting crowd, screaming as he was dragged into the fray and…..torn apart by the crowd.

“Sheamus! Do you see that?!” Burke yelled. He only nodded as the officers opened fire on the bloodthirsty crowd, foolishly letting their guard drop.

She quickly made her way to the police, keeping her eyes open for the mysteriously common sick-looking people wandering the streets and feeling a bit relieved when she finally spotted the police station. She parked nearby, checking the area for wanderers before exiting her car and making her way into the station, her curiosity and worry peaking at the few officers running out of the building and speeding away.

Soon after making it inside, she spotted one of Sheamus’s friends from the academy, feeling slightly comforted at seeing the familiar, if not panicked, face. “Frank, what’s going on?”

‘Ali! Thank god you’re alright… I bet that Parker’s been worried about you with all this chaos… Did he send you here?’

“Frank, what are you talking about? What the hell is going on out there? I had some sick-looking, deranged man run up to my car and start banging on the windows, not to mention the numerous others that I saw on my way here…”

“Someone came at you?” He continued on without an answer, leading her a bit further inside the building as more cops rushed out. “There’s been some sort of outbreak… and there’s a riot going on downtown with these… sick people… It’s not good, Ali. It’s getting out of hand fast and we’re just trying to get the majority of the citizen’s evacuated…”

“Is- …Is Shea there?” He nodded grimly, her heart catching in her chest as a wave of panic, bigger than what she had experienced on the way over, rushed over her. He- …was out there…

Not for the first, and hopefully not for the last, she cursed Sheamus Parker ever joining the police force… Even if she couldn’t be with him… she didn’t want him getting hurt, and with what was going on out there, it seemed like a real possibility…

The scene downtown was pure chaos. The rioters had completely lost their minds, the horde scattering through the streets faster than the police and SWAT teams could control them. They seemed to attack indiscriminately, and the poor souls who got in the way were torn to pieces within seconds. It was all Sheamus could do to get himself and any other surviving citizens out of there.

His radio was going crazy, reports all over town of these attacks were flooding in, as well as responses from the control center.

“This is Deputy Sheamus Parker, anyone, come in!” He barked into the radio, getting static and garbled responses, “The rioters have begun to attack and kill citizens and officers, we have no choice but to open fire and use deadly force, over!”

“Sheamus, forget about it!” Charles snapped, his weapon already drawn and aimed at the horde. “Forget about orders right now, if we don’t do something we’ll both die!”

“But…” Sheamus was about to say, but was cut off by the sudden discharge of his friends gun; he always was one hell of a shot with a pistol.

“Listen, your life, my life, and the lives of every person here is threatened by these insane bastards. It’s our job to protect the innocent by any means necessary.” Charles said, his words burning into his friends mind. “Come on, we gotta get the fuck out of here!”

With a nod, he ran beside his friend, directing anyone who was still sane inside, several people had already begun boarding up doors and windows, or blocking them with furniture or displays. The pair split up, each heading to their cars. As Sheamus was about to open the door, he was confronted by one of them; a man with paled skin, blood on his face and a very nasty looking  bite taken from his neck. He seemed to snarl at the deputy. There was almost no time to react as he rushed forward, almost screaming as he raced to his next meal. Training took over, and with two shots the walking corpse fell to the ground with a thump, unmoving.

Quickly, he threw the door open, getting inside, turning the key in the ignition and slamming it into gear, whipping it around and heading directly towards the Police Station.

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The summer afternoon in the quiet suburban town seemed to drag on as the rookie sheriffs deputy sank back in his seat; the speed trap he was posted to hadn’t seen any action at all either; the last car that came by was over three hours ago and even then it was a soccer mom driving five miles under the speed limit. This gave him quite some time to think about his life and the recent actions. Recently, he was blackmailed into breaking things off with the girl he loved since he was a freshman in High School, Alisson.

The reason was simple, if you looked at it with cold logic. His Nana was getting on in years and needed assistance living, and his parents threatened to cut her off if he didn’t agree to stop seeing Alisson and marry someone they arranged for him, most likely for business gain. The whole thing ripped him apart inside, and even though he made his choice, he couldn’t help but regret it even now.

The time passing by gave him plenty of time to dwell on his failures and fuck ups, which tormented him until the radio crackling to life shattered the silence and provided a welcome distraction.

“All units, we have a riot situation on main street near city hall, any available units please respond, over.”

“A riot? That’s….pretty weird.” He said to himself, quickly putting the car into gear, flipping on the lights and wailing siren as he put his foot to the floor, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him as he raced down the country road into town.

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After the breakup, Alisson had been doing her best to keep herself busy and distracted… and while busy wasn’t necessarily a hard thing to accomplish in her life, distracted sometimes was.

Despite it being summer, she was still taking some classes, doing her best to get ahead for the next semester, which she new would be even more hectic than the last. Her past week had consisted of 2 papers, having to put in extra hours at work, and on top of that, dealing with the after effects of the breakup, so she was quite happy when she finally had time to go in and do her regular volunteer hours at the local hospital. She had an ongoing discussion on jazz history and the finer points of dancing and romancing with a couple of the ladies down in the area of the hospital that hosted most of the people that’d soon be transitioning out into a nursing home or assisted living facility… The only thing she was regretting about seeing them was the likelihood of the kind, but nosy old woman prying into her private life as usual, and asking about Sheamus… which would result in her having to tell them that they were no longer seeing each-other…

She was torn from thoughts when an deranged man ran in front of her car, causing her to quickly slam on her breaks and swerve to the side a bit to avoid hitting him. Just as she was about to get out of the car and check on the person, her heart beating a mile a minute, the person in question slammed into the side of her car. She let out a yelp of surprise, her eyes going wide as they quickly ran over the apparently very sick teenager boy banging on her door and windows, making her very glad for the fact that her car automatically locked the doors when she put it in drive. The boy had a rather large, and fresh-looking wound on the side of his arm that looked oddly like bitemark, and accompanied by his ghastly pale skin, and vacantly… hungry?, blood-shot eyes, she knew something was very wrong.

Being that the man was was trying to break into her car, and she had no idea what was wrong with him, she decided it would be best to quickly leave the area. She would of course report the incident, but she valued he safety and she knew she wasn’t safe there. She quickly decided that the best course of action would be to divert her course and head over to the local police station to report the rabid, dangerous man… And it definitely wasn’t because she was maybe slightly comforted by the possibility of seeing a certain someone there at work… No… not at all…

Ironically, Sheamus’ car sped down that same road, roaring past the infected man as well as Alissons car, sirens screaming the entire time as he picked up the pace, reports coming in that the rioters were getting more and more restless and violent. He thought he heard the dispatcher say that they were actually killing the crows, squirrels and other small animals they could get their hands on, and, more disturbingly, he thought he heard them say they were eating them. The Deputy shuddered at the thought. There really were some messed up people in the world, weren’t there?

When he arrived to Main Street, the scene was utter chaos. Officers were directing civilians away from the turmoil, telling them to get in their cars and leave, and if they couldn’t to get inside and stay there.

“Sheamus!” A male voice called out; a dark haired, heavy set man waved him over. It was his friend from the academy, Charles Burke. The two grew close over the course of their training and did the best he could to distract his friend from his troubles.

“Charlie, what the fuck is going on? The dispatcher said they were EATING animals!” Sheamus called out as he hurried over to his friend.

“Sheamus, my boy, you have no fucking idea.” He said grimly. Off in the distance, they could see plumes of smoke from tear gas bombs meant to disorient the crowds. “Tear gas isn’t doing a damn thing. Not a god damned fucking thing.”

“Seriously? What are they, on some sort of drug?” He asked, looking out at the crowd of rioters, beating their fists angrily on the hard, fiberglass shields of the Riot Police. 

“Who knows. Right now, we’re getting people out of here. Give me a hand, would you?” 

“Right!” Sheamus nodded as they rushed over to help the evacuated citizens, directing them to take the country roads and keep driving, to stay out of the city until further notice. Just as Sheamus helped an elderly woman into her car, watching her drive off, he heard something that made his blood run cold; a bloodcurdling human scream. He whirled around, looking to see a man grabbed by the hands of the rioting crowd, screaming as he was dragged into the fray and…..torn apart by the crowd.

“Sheamus! Do you see that?!” Burke yelled. He only nodded as the officers opened fire on the bloodthirsty crowd, foolishly letting their guard drop.

The summer afternoon in the quiet suburban town seemed to drag on as the rookie sheriffs deputy sank back in his seat; the speed trap he was posted to hadn’t seen any action at all either; the last car that came by was over three hours ago and even then it was a soccer mom driving five miles under the speed limit. This gave him quite some time to think about his life and the recent actions. Recently, he was blackmailed into breaking things off with the girl he loved since he was a freshman in High School, Alisson.

The reason was simple, if you looked at it with cold logic. His Nana was getting on in years and needed assistance living, and his parents threatened to cut her off if he didn’t agree to stop seeing Alisson and marry someone they arranged for him, most likely for business gain. The whole thing ripped him apart inside, and even though he made his choice, he couldn’t help but regret it even now.

The time passing by gave him plenty of time to dwell on his failures and fuck ups, which tormented him until the radio crackling to life shattered the silence and provided a welcome distraction.

“All units, we have a riot situation on main street near city hall, any available units please respond, over.”

“A riot? That’s….pretty weird.” He said to himself, quickly putting the car into gear, flipping on the lights and wailing siren as he put his foot to the floor, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him as he raced down the country road into town.

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