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Chapter 8 by Shibbar Shibbar

Where to?

The police station offices

The offices are dark, murky, and uninviting, a cluttered open workspace of desks, each one covered with stacks of papers succumbing to mildew. A corpse of a police officer hangs from one of the ceiling fans, maggots writhing away at its rotted flesh. You try to push the disgusting image away from your mind as you rummage around, trying to find anything that you might find useful, or perhaps some sort of clue to the whereabouts of the armory.

On the far side of the room is a door with the sign 'authorised staff only'. If it's anywhere, it'll most likely be somewhere behind that door, and you swiftly head across the office towards it.

Behind the door is a darkened, plain white corridor, with an empty notice board on the wall and a water cooler resting near a pair of chairs. You consider taking a drink, but you do a doubletake when you spot a dead rat floating inside. Crinkling your nose and pushing onwards, you wonder how long until you find the armory.

As if it waited for you to have that thought, you bump into a heavy steel door; left open haphazardly for a shmuck like you to walk into. Behind this door is another short area, a sort of checkpoint, where the quartermaster would sit behind a counter and a pane of glass and could properly examine the person in front of him before pressing a button and letting said person into the armory. Luckily for you, there is no quartermaster, nor is there a pane of glass hindering your access to the button behind the counter, which is illuminated red by an emergency powered LED. A quick lean over and a push of the button later, and the second steel door unlocks itself with a whirrling, mechanical 'click'.

You're about to press down the handle when something stops you. You lean your ear on the doors surface, listening in, and you hear a quiet chattering of sorts, as if someone was talking to themself. This could be dangerous, regardless of whether the person inside is infected or not. On the other hand, you feel confident you could take them on if you rushed in there and grabbed a weapon before they could react.

You push the handle down, and the door groans open.

Peering inside you see...

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