didn’t even seem to notice. She didn’t even put her hands up to protect herself. She just kept coming. I made a run for it. I made it back to the front office and that’s when I saw Lieutenant Smith struggling with that other guy we’d brought in. The Lieutenant must have tripped at some point. The suspect was on top of him before I could get there."
Kenji looked at Officer Dennis. "Whose blood are you covered in?"
Dennis looked at his shirt. It was only then he realized it was completely red. "I’m not sure." He looked himself over, checking his arms. His hands were trembling. "I think it’s hers. She was bleeding from the mouth and nose. It was messed up."
"This is crazy!" yelled Sergeant Pearce. "I shot her right in the chest and she didn’t even flinch!"
"It’s gotta be a psychotic episode right?" Kim offered. "Like, a drug induced psychotic episode. Addicts that get messed up on meth and crack, they go completely mad, they don’t feel pain, they just go crazy. That’s the only explanation right?"
From the corner, Jack asked, "How come this guy is shot?"
"Friendly fire from the Lieutenant," Kenji said. "When that woman attacked, the Lieutenant tried to get some shots off. He was caught in the cross fire."
"Is he going to make it?’
There was no reply.
It was a weird feeling being in the same room as a soldier that was in all probability, bleeding to death from multiple gunshot wounds. We usually only heard about this kind of thing on the news. But here it was, happening right here, right in front of us.
At this point I was still crouched behind the table. Jack was crouching next to me and Maria was holding onto Jack. She had completely stopped crying. "Jack, we need to call your parents and get the hell out of here," she whispered.
"So what happened to the Lieutenant?" Sergeant Pearce asked as he struggled to get to his feet. Kim moved over to help the big man stand up.
"I tried to help." Dennis said. "I tried to stop them. But that guy was already on top of him. And once the woman saw the Lieutenant on the ground she stopped chasing me and..." he trailed off. "They were too fast!" His voice was breaking.
"Jesus Christ! So Lieutenant Smith could be bleeding to death for all we know."
"We have to go out there," Kim said.
Kenji shook his head. "That’s not a good idea."
"Excuse me?" Sergeant Pearce asked. "Why the hell not?"
"It’s too dangerous. We’re going to need help."
"I think the four of us can handle two drugged out psychos." Kim said.
Sergeant Pearce pulled a hanky out of his pocket and wiped his forehead. He was leaning up against the large mirror, breathing heavily. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "So what you’re saying is, you think we should just sit tight and wait for back up while your Lieutenant bleeds to death out there?"
Before Kenji could answer Pearce, a loud animalistic moan reverberated through the tiny room. Someone started banging on the other side of the one way mirror. For a fleeting split second I thought maybe it was the Lieutenant banging on the mirror for help. But I guess everyone sort of knew it wasn’t the Lieutenant. I guess everyone already knew who or what it was.
"Pearce!" Kim shouted. "Get away from the mirror!"
It was too late.
The crazy lady smashed through the glass, cutting her arms and her face to shreds. But she didn’t seem to care. She was hysterical and frothing red saliva. Her mouth and chin were covered in blood. She grabbed the big Sergeant around his neck and pulled him up and over into the adjacent room. There’s no way one little alcoholic lady should’ve been able to lift a man that size off his feet.
Sergeant Pearce screamed and then made a gurgling
Kenji looked at Officer Dennis. "Whose blood are you covered in?"
Dennis looked at his shirt. It was only then he realized it was completely red. "I’m not sure." He looked himself over, checking his arms. His hands were trembling. "I think it’s hers. She was bleeding from the mouth and nose. It was messed up."
"This is crazy!" yelled Sergeant Pearce. "I shot her right in the chest and she didn’t even flinch!"
"It’s gotta be a psychotic episode right?" Kim offered. "Like, a drug induced psychotic episode. Addicts that get messed up on meth and crack, they go completely mad, they don’t feel pain, they just go crazy. That’s the only explanation right?"
From the corner, Jack asked, "How come this guy is shot?"
"Friendly fire from the Lieutenant," Kenji said. "When that woman attacked, the Lieutenant tried to get some shots off. He was caught in the cross fire."
"Is he going to make it?’
There was no reply.
It was a weird feeling being in the same room as a soldier that was in all probability, bleeding to death from multiple gunshot wounds. We usually only heard about this kind of thing on the news. But here it was, happening right here, right in front of us.
At this point I was still crouched behind the table. Jack was crouching next to me and Maria was holding onto Jack. She had completely stopped crying. "Jack, we need to call your parents and get the hell out of here," she whispered.
"So what happened to the Lieutenant?" Sergeant Pearce asked as he struggled to get to his feet. Kim moved over to help the big man stand up.
"I tried to help." Dennis said. "I tried to stop them. But that guy was already on top of him. And once the woman saw the Lieutenant on the ground she stopped chasing me and..." he trailed off. "They were too fast!" His voice was breaking.
"Jesus Christ! So Lieutenant Smith could be bleeding to death for all we know."
"We have to go out there," Kim said.
Kenji shook his head. "That’s not a good idea."
"Excuse me?" Sergeant Pearce asked. "Why the hell not?"
"It’s too dangerous. We’re going to need help."
"I think the four of us can handle two drugged out psychos." Kim said.
Sergeant Pearce pulled a hanky out of his pocket and wiped his forehead. He was leaning up against the large mirror, breathing heavily. He looked like he was going to have a heart attack. "So what you’re saying is, you think we should just sit tight and wait for back up while your Lieutenant bleeds to death out there?"
Before Kenji could answer Pearce, a loud animalistic moan reverberated through the tiny room. Someone started banging on the other side of the one way mirror. For a fleeting split second I thought maybe it was the Lieutenant banging on the mirror for help. But I guess everyone sort of knew it wasn’t the Lieutenant. I guess everyone already knew who or what it was.
"Pearce!" Kim shouted. "Get away from the mirror!"
It was too late.
The crazy lady smashed through the glass, cutting her arms and her face to shreds. But she didn’t seem to care. She was hysterical and frothing red saliva. Her mouth and chin were covered in blood. She grabbed the big Sergeant around his neck and pulled him up and over into the adjacent room. There’s no way one little alcoholic lady should’ve been able to lift a man that size off his feet.
Sergeant Pearce screamed and then made a gurgling
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