Lock-up

After much violent struggle and resistance the two zombies were dragged through the police station in front of several onlookers. Most of them speechless, some remarking "What the Hell?" and other commentary. When placed in the cell, the zombies immediately became passive and sat down on a concrete bench.

The chief came into the lock-up and was fairly astonished at what he saw. "Sonofabitch...What the Hell goes on!? Those two look like they should be in the morgue, let alone a holding cell. Get an EMT team the hell over here!" "Already sent for them, they should be here in a few..." remarked Ramoos. "Is this Roger?" "Yessir." "Son, I thought you were doped-up out of your mind when you gave us that crazy story." Roger just stared in silence and then said "There's more of them." "What the hell do you mean more? How the hell do you know?!?" "The talking one - the one with eyes - said there would be more of them." "Uh-huh, hmmm...." muttered the chief. "Joe, this is....well...shocking. Just look at these two. They look dead. But they're both sitting upright." "Yeah, that's them. Hard to believe it, but there they are..." inflected Ramoos. "That's the proof right there. Not only that, I guarantee you they are immensely strong and powerful, those two. They gave us a hell of a struggle. Took all six of us to get them in there." "Any weapons? Dope?" "Too much resistance. And the one that talks, he doesn't say much." "Get the squad in there and toss them before the techs go in."

After the struggle that came from the search and a decision was made to separate the two to perform the search. The search took four men on each suspect - turning up nothing. "No ID, either. They're not going to make it..." muttered the chief. "I don't think they care." said Ramoos. "Oh good, the medics are here. Hey check these sorry sonsabitches out. OK?" asked the chief.

The techs looked up in shock after checking the first one with a great deal of resistance. "Hey, we got a problem here or two. We can't find a pulse and the blood pressure is almost nonexistent. We're not picking up a heartbeat nor respiration. These guys are fucking dead!" "That's impossible..." exploded the chief "...these guys fight like a couple of wild animals. They're moving. They're not dead!" "That may be..." responded the tech "...they are animate...but there are no other signs of life!" "Jesus...Mary and Joseph..." muttered the chief. "Holy shit..." responded Roger "...you mean we've dealing with dead people?!" "I still don't believe it..." muttered the chief, looking down. He seemed subdued. "Swab them," he said to Ramoos. "Maybe we'll still find evidence that we need..."