Chapter 8: What was Noir testing

  

7 miles down from the Woodgrove police department…

August 22. 1996. 2:35am…

Frank and Andrea Greyfield…

Everywhere they have driven Frank and Andrea have been confused by the amount of people just wandering around the streets.

Every time they stop to let someone walk across the road the person would stop in front of the vehicle and stare at them. Frank a few times had pulled his pistol out and held it low but ready to put 2 into anyone who attacked, thankfully so far they wandered the rest of the way off the road.

"These people look horrible Andrea. What exactly was Noir testing on them that could make them so emaciated? And why?" Frank asked while waiting for a group of very sick looking teenagers to shamble across the road in front of them. "I'm not sure what they gave the people here or why but I do know that whatever it is this isn't the last stage." As Andrea finishes her statement one of the teens, a blonde haired maybe 15 year old boy jumps onto the front of their vehicle, (a 1988 Chevy s10 blazer). They watch as he yells at them making a horrendous screeching noise his mouth starts to tear open along his cheeks revealing teeth that resemble needles, his hands elongate into claws about 3inches long.

Frank pulls his Glock and puts 3 rounds into his head causing the kid to fall off onto the ground leaving dark red to black blood on the hood of the vehicle and around his body on the ground. As Frank opens his door, pistol trained on the boy's body in case he moves or tries to attack them again.

As he looks up from the body Frank sees more and more people shamble into the intersection watching him. Andrea from inside the car is able to see at least 20 other people showing the same disturbing changes that the boy had shown.

"Frankie, I think it's time to test out your fancy FBI driving!" Andrea yells to him from inside the car. Frank takes the chance to peek over his shoulder for one second before turning back and seeing all of what he once considered people streaming towards him. 

He puts a round into one of the mutated human legs making it drop to the ground, he puts a couple more into others before he gets to his vehicle, jumping into his seat slamming it into reverse not even closing the door before he's speeding backwards away from a mob of mutated and murderous men and women.

As he drove backwards Andrea was clambering through to the back, "Where do you keep the big guns Frankie?",  "I've got a 12 gauge under the seat, there's also a mp5 in a separate case." He replied, spinning the vehicle around to drive forward before dropping it into 4 wheel drive, before plowing through an oncoming group of mutants.  Causing a few curses to come from his sister in the back due to the impact as she tries to load the 12 gauge 

"Can you try not to kill us in the process of escaping these people!" She yells up to him as she loads the final round in and chambers one. "Would you rather I keep driving backwards and possibly crash into another vehicle or maybe a building?" He asked as he takes a corner going 40 causing the back end of the Chevy to fishtail for a moment knocking a few mutants off the back. "Something you learned to do in your fancy FBI training?" She asks as she slams a mag into the mp5 and clambering a round before putting the safety on and sliding it between Frank's seat and hers. After she does that she slides into the front seat and rolls her window down before blasting a mutant's head off when it tried to jump into the vehicle. "Nice shot now, how far is the station?" Frank says before pulling his Glock out and puts 2 into an oncoming mutant's knee before ramming into it with his still open door, ripping the door off with its momentum.

"Well shit there goes that door." He says before putting another round into a mutant's head, dropping it dead, "looks like headshots still work." Andrea says before pulling the trigger and pumping a slug into a fully mutated creature's head.  He nods his head, "cool directions to the station please I'd rather not play around out here I've already…." He pauses halfway through while slamming his brakes right as they ram into a large man who stands close to 9 foot tall and probably weighing as much as their truck. "Got other problems." As he says this the massive man looks down at them showing a pair of equally massive and blue eyes before tearing the roof off the vehicle and Andrea puts a slug into his eye causing him to emit a pain ridden roar. Frank slams the truck into reverse pulling at least 20 feet back before spinning it around down a road his sister yells out and points down straight towards the Woodgrove police station,

"fucking hit the gas Frank cause the big guy is on his way." She barely gets the words out before she feels the air rushing past her as he speeds towards the station, right as the said big guy charges them just barely missing the end of the car, and as a lone Rookie Officer who just started his job walks outside to see what the noise is about.

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