They waited.

They were ready.

They were screwed.

Detective Marten clutched a pump-action shotgun in his sweaty palms. He was crouched behind the makeshift barricade, made hastily from two desks and about three chairs. Marten looked at the other two cops besides him; Patterson and O’Brien both crouched. Jason Patterson held a small sub-machine gun, whilst Derek O’Brien held a pistol.

A few yards from the barricade were a pair of rickety old doors. They shook violently, as beyond them was the main corridor, not to mention the countless zombies.

“Sir, what the hell are we going to do?”

“Well we’re going to survive that’s what!”

“I’m with Derek, Sergeant. We can’t stop them all.”

“We can and we will. I’ll be damned if I’m going to let a couple of stiffs beat me.”

The other two officers looked grim. But Detective Marten wasn’t letting himself be dragged down by their negativity. Sure the situation wasn’t the best, but if they kept their nerves and calmed themselves they could fend them off until help came he just knew it.

White Chapel Police station, one of the many places citizens were told were safe and where they should head. Well it had been safe. Now everything had gone to hell. It had gone to plan at first; the officers got any survivors inside safely and kept them in the meeting hall. But somewhere the infection had got inside and soon the infection has spread like wild fire. That was an hour ago, out of the twenty officers on duty; they were the only three that was left. The others were dead or wandering around killing anyone not yet infected.

The doors shook again causing O’Brien to cry out.  Marten took aim with his shotgun, the others took aim too. They weren’t going to wait anymore. The Zombies were coming for them.

The doors smashed open and the infected swarmed through the doorway. Marten squeezed the trigger and felt the kick of the shotgun. The blast caught the first swarm of zombies, knocking them backwards tearing into their bodies. It was quickly followed by staggered machine-gun fire and pistol shots.

“Damn it, you amateurs! Can’t you shoot any better than that?”

Detective Marten’s voice vanished quickly under the growing sound of the moans of the infected. As they continued their assault, more zombies came stumbling into the room. The three cops opened fire again and again. For twenty minutes they kept shooting and the zombies kept coming. Suddenly the attacks stopped, no more zombies came. The room was deathly silent, all the zombies scattered along the floor.

“Hey, we won!”

O’Brien stood up ejecting his clip and slammed in a fresh one. He clambered over the barricades and approached the mound of corpses on the ground. He looked at them in disgust spitting at them.

“Little bitches, not so tough now are you!”

“Derek you stupid fuck get back here!”

“Why? I can see outside the room and there are NONE left, I’m disappointed that there was only this many left.”

Derek laughed and took aim with his handgun; targeting the body of a female zombie, it was a police officer one who has spurned his affections. He grinned and pulled the trigger the 9mm round piercing her forehead. Bitch O’Brien thought bitterly. Derek was annoyed so he wandered around the pile of corpses until he spotted someone who had somehow wronged him in the past then shooting them.

“Derek get back here now, that’s an order.”

“Hold on Sir I can see Smithy.”

Derek had a big grin on his face now, lying before him was Police chief Neville Smith, a big idiot with a chip of his shoulder and who was easily O’Brien’s biggest critique. Derek pulled back his boot before delivering a savage kick to the prone body of the chief.

“What the…”

Derek cried out as his foot was caught, he looked down and saw that a zombie that was trapped under the chief had managed to grab him. Unable to keep his balance the officer collapsed. James leapt the barrier to help his colleague quickly disposing of the prone zombie.

“God that was close, get your arses back here before…”

Before Marten could finish, more zombies came swarming into the room and surrounded the other two cops quickly like a ants swarming over food. They vanished, but their screams could be clearly heard over the moans of the infected as they fed. It was soon cut off.

Derek cursed working the pump-action of his gun. He had his final seven shells then he’d be out. He looked at the approaching horde and past them to the chewed bodies of his colleagues and their weapons they had dropped.

“Fuck you!”

Detective Marten screamed unloading all his seven shots into the zombies. The destructive power of the shotgun worked perfectly against the closely knitted ranks of the undead. And by the time he’d dropped his empty weapon, there was only one zombie left. It lunged for him but Marten managed to catch his attacker’s throat keeping his teeth away from his neck.

Marten dug his nails into the zombie’s throat in an attempt to strangle it. But it had no effect, so he kept pushing back and eventually he heard the infected man’s neck snap and his body go all limp. The detective let out a sigh but then he heard the moans once more…and they were coming for him…