He turned around in his seat and saw an ambulance speeding down Sunnyside Drive.
Dave quickly opened his door, jumped out of the car and ran out into the middle of the street waving his arms to stop the ambulance.
Bill brought the ambulance to a stop and wound down his window as Dave came running over to Bill’s side of the vehicle.
“Hey Dave,” Bill said.
“I understand that you are heading to 92 Sunnyside Drive,” Dave said.
“Yeah, I got a call from the 911 dispatch that some elderly lady called requesting an ambulance. She said that there were three bloody people in her back yard that looked like they needed an ambulance. I hope I can handle it, I was the only one left at the center to respond to the call.”
“I want you to follow me to 92 Sunnyside and then wait outside until Joe and I go inside to evaluate the situation,” Dave said.
“Do you think the call could be a prank?” Bill asked.
“No, I’m sure there is a problem, I just need to determine what kind of problem we are dealing with,” Dave replied.
“What’s going on over here,” Bill asked. “I understand there have been a number of calls from this area tonight. Anything serious I should know about?”
“We found five dead at 81 Sunnyside and one barely hanging on. Ted took that one to the hospital. I’ve never seen so much blood in all my years on the force,” Dave replied.
“How did they die, were they shot?” Bill asked.
“They were torn limb from limb and then we have evidence that someone or something was trying to eat them,” Dave replied.
“Holy shit!” Bill said. “Do you think the bloody people at 92 Sunnyside might be connected?” Bill asked.
“Possibly, but the question is if they are more victims or are they the perpetrators,” Dave replied. “We had bloody footprints leading out behind the house and have had a number of disturbance calls up and down the street after we discovered the bodies. I just want you to wait outside until I can determine what we are dealing with on this call.”
“OK, Dave,” Bill replied. “I’ll follow you down.”
Dave turned and walked back to his car, got inside and started the car as Joe climbed in the passenger’s seat.
“Joe, we’re going in with flashlights and your weapon drawn,” Dave said. “Just follow my lead and keep your eyes open.”
Joe unholstered his gun as Dave drove the car a few houses down the street then parked in front of the house at 92 Sunnyside Drive.
The front porch light was on.
Dave and Joe got out of the car as Bill parked the ambulance behind the patrol car and waited.
Dave and Joe walked up to the front door and just stood listening for a minute.
“I think I hear a TV,” Joe said. “Do you think we should go around behind the house?”
“After we talk to the woman that reported the call to make sure she is Ok and hear what she has to say,” Dave replied. “I want to make sure she isn’t in any danger before we go chasing ghosts in the dark.”
Joe looked at Dave with a puzzled look on his face as Dave began to knock at the door.
“Ma’am, this is the police, please open the door,” Dave said.
They both listened for a moment, then Joe said, “I think I hear someone coming towards the door.”
“Yeah, I hear it too,” Dave replied as he continued to listen to the sound inside the house.
“It doesn’t sound like she can walk very well,” Joe added.
“I understand that she is elderly,” Dave replied. “Maybe she is using a walker or something.”
“I think she just bumped into something with it,” Joe smiled when they heard something fall to the floor and break.
Joe grabbed the door knob and pulled at the door.
“She has the door locked,” Dave said.
“Do you think we should break in the door,” Joe said. “She might have fallen and needs help.”
“Not yet,” Dave replied, “I can still hear movement inside. Let’s give her another minute.”
Dave put his head to the door and listened, then he pushed his face against the window and tried to look in through the curtains hanging over the inside of the window.
He raised his hand and tapped lightly against the glass.
“Ma’am, are you alright?” Dave asked.
Suddenly the curtains pushed up against the window, then the glass exploded out across the floor below the door.
Dave and Joe, both startled, jumped back away from the door.
A dark bony arm was hanging out the window, large triangles of glass were sticking out through the flesh.
Dave stared at the arm in disbelief, there was blood running down the arm and the outside of the door.
“My God, she is going to bleed to death!” Joe shouted.
Dave took the handle of his gun and finished smashing out the glass in the lower corner of the door, shoved his hand in through the broken window searching for the lock.
A second later, Dave pulled his hand back through the window, grabbed the door knob, turned and pushed the door open carefully so as not to injure the old woman.
Dave reached for the old woman’s arm to lift it off the jagged glass that was sticking up all along the frame as he pushed the door inwards.
He was surprised at how cold the small bony arm felt in his hand.
Suddenly, the arm jerked back in through the window, Dave lost his gripe due to the amount of blood covering his hands from the seeping wounds on her arm.
“Ma’am, this is the police, we are here to help you,” Dave said. “Don’t be afraid, we are here to help you, you don’t need to be afraid, we won’t hurt you. We just want to help you.”
The response to Dave’s comments was a long moaning reply.
“Signal Bill to get over here,” Dave shouted to Joe as he continued to push the door open further. “She is going to need attention right away.”
“Bill!” Joe turned and shouted, then started waving his arms to get Bill’s attention.
The door pushed back against Dave’s hands violently, then Dave heard the sound of something banging against the inside of the door.
Dave decided, if he was going to help the old woman, he needed to see what was right inside the door before trying to use any more force, so he didn’t injure her further.
If she was lying on the floor, he didn’t want to push the door into her unless he had no other options.
He reached up and grabbed the curtains that were now hanging out through the broken window and yanked the curtains off the curtain rod, through the window and tossed them to the floor.
When Dave turned to look inside the house, a face greeted him that sent chills through his body.
A mangled bloody face with a large gaping wound that ran from the forehead, down through the right eye, over the cheek and across the man’s chin, was staring at Dave through his one clouded over eye.
His cheek hung open revealing bloody teeth in the right side of the man’s mouth.
His hair was matted to his head with large spots of dried blood that must have come from the cuts and scrapes that covered the man’s head and face.
The man stumbled towards the door and thrust his two long skinny arms through the broken window frame and tried to grab Dave.
Dave stared in disbelief as the man opened his mouth, revealing a set of bloody teeth and then let out a loud groan.
It was then that Dave noticed the horrific smell coming from inside the house, the same smell he had noticed earlier tonight.
“What the hell!” Bill said as he approached the porch pulling a stretcher behind him.
He let the stretcher fall to the ground as he just stood and stared at the man.
Joe turned, shocked by what he was now seeing.
Slowly he let his eyes wander past the man as motion inside the house caught his attention.
“Dave!” Joe shouted.
It took Dave a few seconds t
o pull his eyes away from the man and looked over at Joe.
“Inside the house,” Joe chocked out the words. “Look!”
Dave turned back, after lingering on the mangled man that was fighting to get through the door, Dave looked past the man and into the house.
Back inside the house, through the living room, was the doorway to the kitchen.
In the kitchen on the floor was the little old woman, with two more bloody mangled bodies on top of her.
The two bloody figures were tearing at the woman, pulling and biting huge chunks of flesh from her body.
The floor around them was covered with large pools of blood.
Arterial spray covered the table, cabinets and sink with long streaks of blood.
The old woman just laid on her back with her lifeless eyes staring at the ceiling.
“My God, Dave we have to get in there and help her!” Joe said.
“There isn’t anything left to save,” Bill replied. “She’s gone.”
“What do we do?” Joe asked. “Are we going to take these people to the hospital, do we take them to lock up or do we just shoot them? Dave, this is unbelievable.”
“I’ve taken people in better condition than these three to the morgue,” Bill said as he covered his mouth with the sleeve of his uniform. “What the hell happened to them. They look and smell like they have been dead for a month.”
“This is a damn horror show,” Bill added.
“Hey buddy, can you hear me?” Dave asked.
The mangled body didn’t react other than to increase his efforts to come out through the door.
“I don’t think he can understand,” Joe said.
“I don’t understand how that poor bastard is even still moving,” Bill said. “Do you believe in Zombies?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Dave asked.
“That guy can’t still be alive,” Bill replied. “Not with all those wounds. I’ve seen enough dead people to recognize one when I see one. If this guy isn’t dead he should be.”
“Stop talking crazy,” Dave said. “We have to get these people to the hospital and get a doctor to tell us what the hell is going on with them.”
“Now you’re the one talking crazy,” Bill said.
“I don’t know what the hell else to do,” Dave replied. “Something did this to these people, until we know what it is, I don’t how the hell else to deal with this.”
“They are like wild animals,” Joe said. “How the hell do we take them in, they are out of their minds and all they seem to want to do is attack everyone?”
Just then the man trying to get through the door, crawled through the broken window and fell to the floor in front of the three men.
The mangled bloody figure slowly staggered to its feet and started towards Joe.
“I’m going to shoot the bastard if he tries to attack me,” Joe shrieked. “Look what they did to that poor old lady.”
“Let’s grab him, Joe,” Dave said. “We can immobilize him and take him to the hospital to have him analyzed.”
“I don’t want to touch him,” Joe protested.
“Damn it Joe, if we don’t do it, no one else will,” Dave growled. “It’s the only way we are going to find out what the hell is going on around here. Come on, I’ll help you, I’m already covered with blood.”
“If you say so,” Joe replied as he circled around the right side of the man. “You’re the boss.”
Joe reached out to grab the man’s bloody right arm, but faster than they thought possible, the man grabbed Joe’s arm and sunk its teeth deep into his forearm.
Joe cried out in pain, pulled his taser from its holder and jammed it into the man’s head.
The man let go of Joe’s arm, but other than that, the taser didn’t seem to have any affect.
The man once again started for Joe.
Dave stepped up behind the man and hit him over the head with the butt of his gun.
The man crumbled to the floor of the porch.
“I didn’t want to have to do that,” Dave said.
“I’m glad you did,” Joe said looking at his bleeding arm. “This hurts like hell. The son of a bitch wanted to bite me again.”
“Joe, tie his hands and feet together so he doesn’t come to and bite one of us again,” Dave said.
“Then what?” Joe asked.
“Bill, put him in the ambulance and take him and Joe to the hospital,” Dave said. “Joe you need to have that wound looked at. Bill, have a doctor look at this guy. Wait there until he is done then have him give me a call and tell me what the hell is wrong with this guy.”
“What about those other two?” Joe asked.
Dave pulled his club from his belt.
“I’m going to immobilize those two, tie them up and leave them here until we have enough men to deal with them. In their shape, I’ll probably end up killing them, but at this point I don’t give a shit any longer,” Dave said. “For all I know they killed all those people down at 81 Sunnyside and now they’ve killed this old woman. We have to put an end to this somehow.”
Dave opened the door and started walking to where the two other bloody bodies were still tearing at the body of the dead woman.
He clubbed them both over the head, used his handcuffs to secure their hands and feet together, then wiped the blood off his hands on a kitchen towel before going back out to the porch.
Bill had wrapped and loaded the motionless man’s
old looking broken body into the back of the ambulance.
Joe was just getting into the front passenger’s seat of the ambulance when Dave came out.
“Call me after you get to the hospital,” Dave said. “I should be back at the office by then. “I’m going to stop and check on Pete and Jim, then I’m going back to the office and call the State Police. We need help.”
“Be Careful, Dave,” Joe said. “There may be more of those sick bastards running around out here.”
“Go get that arm looked at,” Dave replied. “I hear that a human bite can be more infectious than a dog bite.”
“Well, I know one thing for sure,” Joe said. “It sure hurts a hell of a lot more than a dog bite.”
“You should know,” Dave smiled.
Joe had tried to get into the K-9 program with the State Police but was let go because he had a problem with the dogs, the dogs didn’t like him. After he was bitten for the third time, he was released from the program.
Dave thumped his hand against the side of the ambulance and Bill started to drive down the street towards the exit of the development.
Dave walked back to his patrol car where he stood and looked back at the house where the little old lady and her two grotesque killers laid on the kitchen floor.
His hands began to tremble and he felt the contents of his stomach begin to rise up in his throat.
Dave leaned forward and threw up on the street.
After the dry heaves stopped, Dave straightened up and wiped at his mouth with his sleeve.
As he took a deep breath to clear his head, he started to feel nauseous as the smell that now permeated the night air almost overwhelmed him.
“What the hell is going on around here,” Dave thought as he got into his car.
He started the engine, turned the car around and drove back to where Pete and Jim were to be sitting in their car, keeping watch on 81 Sunnyside Drive.
As Dave’s headlights began to reflect off Jim’s car, Dave slowed down and guided his cruiser with the intent of parking his car nose to nose with the other car before he got out to talk with Jim and Pete to see if they had seen anything since he had left.
As Dave moved closer to the car, he began to notice a reddish reflection coming from the other car’s windshield.
Dave’s heart began to beat faster as he pulled up to Jim’s car and saw that it appeared that the windshield on Jim’s car was completely covered on the inside with something red.
Dave grabbed his flashlight, pulle
d his gun and got out of his car and walked cautiously towards Jim’s car.
The night air, thick with the sickening sweet foul odor made Dave’s throat tighten.
He shined his light on Jim’s car and tried to identify why the windshield was glowing bright red.
Reluctantly, Dave thought he knew the reason.
As he walked closer to side of the car, the reflection coming from the side windows stopped.
As Dave got closer, he realized the reflection stopped because the windows of the car had been broken out.
When Dave shined his light in through the broken side windows, he saw two bodies slumped over in the front seat.
Dave reached in and touched the driver’s shoulder.
He felt a warm sticky substance soaking the driver’s uniform, then the body fell backwards against the seat.
He gasped as he recognized that it was Jim’s body, or more exactly what was left of Jim’s body.
Jim’s arms were shredded and bloody. Half of his face was gone, replaced by a sickening ugly gaping hole filled with blood and ragged torn flesh.
A quick inspection of the other body proved to be the remains of Pete.
The interior of the car was covered with blood.
The sickening smell coming from inside the car was much stronger than the smell that filled the air around him.
One final look revealed that both men had their revolvers still tightly clutched in their hands.
Dave wasn’t sure if they had fired the guns or not.
Dave stood and turned angrily as he began to shine his flashlight in the yards around the car.
He stopped when he caught movement coming from inside the house at 81 Sunnyside Drive.
With his gun in hand, Dave walked towards the house unable to believe that the killers could actually be back in the house.
Dave didn’t bother to pull his club from his belt, if the killers were in the house, he had other plans for the bastards.
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