Infected

Jessie was sitting in her chair in the office. She was working night shift in the police station. She had her headphones on. The door to her office was closed. Jessie was a gorgeous woman. She wore a brown ponytail. Her skin was light brown and smooth, and her eyes were choco brown. She was wearing her blue police uniform, which emphasized her curves. The door to her office opened, and an older grey-haired man entered. Right away, Jessie removed her headphones and pretended to do her work on her computer. Well, there was still the pile of documents on her desk, and since Jessie had arrived at work, that pile of paper had not changed. The man stared at Jessie, and normally, he would now rebuke her and shake his head disappointed, but this reaction never came, and it left Jessie kind of stupefied.

'Mmh, John, everything alright with you? You look kind of serious, even more than normally!' John took a seat and gave his answer:

'We suddenly received thousands of calls about humanoid monsters appearing everywhere in the city. Well, I told myself that must be a prank, but to be on the safe side, I sent people to the different locations, because for a prank, this is too much. When I was on the way to look for myself, I received a call from the government. It does not look good for us. Luckily, the military is already on the way. For now, we should go outside and look after the situation ourselves! Help wherever help is needed.'

He stood up, not waiting for an answer from Jessie, yet Jessie herself didn't know what to even say in the first place, and so she simply tagged along. They left the office. Not two seconds after that, two police officers entered the station. One was heavily wounded—seemed like an animal had clawed his chest. The other one seemed finer and was helping the wounded police officer. The man who was helping had a bandage around his leg. Jessie ran to a table and swiped everything away, while John had run off to get some bandages. Jessie helped her colleague, and together they laid the officer on the table.

'What happened out there?', Jessie inquired. But the man who wasn't wounded badly could only reply with a stutter. Then he turned around and pointed toward the exit, and his face darkened at once. He dropped to his knees. That man was of no use. Luckily, the wounded man managed to speak. His voice was weak, but Jessie was able to hear him:

'Monsters, monsters are attacking us. And if they bite you' he turned his head to the officer who was having a mental breakdown, 'the person turns into a monster!' He tore Jessie towards him and whispered into her ear: 'He was bitten!'

Jessie's face turned pale at once. The wounded man let go of her arm and fell back. The light in his eyes faded, and lastly, his heart came to a halt. That's when John came running with all the bandages they had. When he stopped before his dead colleague, he cursed:

'Fuck!'

But there was not enough time to mourn, for it could be that soon another colleague would be dead—Jessie was pointing her gun at the knelt man. He wasn't able to see anything because his head was down and he had covered his ears with his hands. And he seemed to be mumbling something. The arm holding the gun was shaking. Jessie bit her lip. Hurt herself to suppress the fear inhabiting her bones. If what her colleague said was true, then soon that man too would... John grabbed her arm and slowly lowered it.

'Jessie, what are you planning to do?' Now it was Jessie who whispered:

'The dead police officer said that a person that gets bitten will turn into a monster!'

'I heard what you said!'

Jessie and John turned toward the police officer who had been crouching on the ground. Slowly, he rose back to his legs.
(Jessie: I whispered—how was he able to hear it?)

'I heard what you said!', the man repeated. His voice was harsh, not shaking anymore, and even his demeanor had changed—turned kind of sinister. However, the man still looked like a human. Everything was normal—except the blood that flowed from his eyes like tears. Jessie and John retreated, and now both were pointing their guns at the man who simply stood there.

'Wow. So that's how you are, Jessie and John? You will kill me? Just like that? How long do we know each other?' He advanced one step—

'Stop, right there!', Jessie bellowed. 'I don't have time for this shit! I've watched enough zombie movies to know what will happen now! So, don't fuck with me!'

'Fuck with you?', the man demanded. 'Well, if I could, I would, hahahahahahah.' (Jessie: He has totally lost it!) John placed himself before Jessie and uttered:

'Jessie, wait. And you, Cole—I would appreciate it if you could work with us. Aside from the blood, you don't look like a monster to me. Yes, your behavior changed a bit, but tell me: how does a monster look in the first place?' Cole inhaled and exhaled. He then smacked his head. He used a table at his side to stay up.

As he was about to answer, the exit to the police station exploded. A flame of sea arose—and out of these flames, a woman stepped out.