Eric staired at the ground of the police cruiser, the cuffs around his ankles a reminder of what was to become of him, along with the ones on his wrist, the cold metal feeling as if it was piercing his skin. "So Umbrella's interested in you" said the cop in the driver seat with a smug like tone behind the metal screen "sending you to Sheena Island, well from what I hear you'd be better off in the chair than at that death camp of an island" Eric didn't respond, there was nothing to say, all he could do was sit there and wait. Meanwhile the cop outside was trying to get to bottom of the mysterious man on the road "hey!" yelled the cop "get out of the way" the man didn't answer nor did he move "did you hear me" yelled the cop once more, as he got closer to him he could hear subtle moaning coming from the man, faint and as if he had flem in his throat, finally the cop saw his face, the pale decayed skins and blood stained clothes was enough to scare the officer into shock, the man looked at him for one second, as it leaped at the cop sinking it teeth into him the officers screams were enough to call both the driver and Eric to attention, the Driver went out to see what had happened, leaving Eric by himself. Eric saw as the Driver opened fire on the man only to anger him, becoming his next victim, the decayed man tore both cops apart, their cries nothing more than gargles from blood loss and the inevitable death. The decayed man feasted on them, unknowing of Eric being in the car still. Eric knew what he had to do.
He laid on the seat meeting his legs to the car window, hoping that zombie or what ever that thing was wouldn't be alarmed and attempted to break the window, kicking it with both legs, to his luck the zombies didn't care, as it continued to feast on the the cops, he continued to kick at the window, small crack forming around "come on" said Eric his tone tired yet frustrated as well as scared for his life, after his tenth kick finally the window broke just enough for Eric to open it on the other side. Regardless of being out of the back he was still cuffed top to bottom, Eric check the front of the car hoping to find the keys, he rushed quickly trying to find the keys the rush of adrenaline and fear was all that was driving him, at last he found them deep within the glove compartment he first took of the one on his ankles, then the ones on his wrist, all those hours with them on left bruises on his wrist, with out any though he took off his buttoned shirt with his prison number "3940862" revealing his white t-shirt, whether it was the heat of the night air or the fear of being eaten alive, he just couldn't be in the shirt anymore. The cop had left the keys in the ignition, it was time for Eric to leave. As he turned on the head lights he saw it the zombies, as it devoured the officers, it's teeth biting into the bodies as if they were apples, Eric's heart raced he could believe his eyes, the skin pealing from it's bloodied body, eating away like a wolf, eating it's prey, suddenly it looked at him, it eyes so white as if no soul had ever inhabited it, right then and there Eric reacted he punched the gas, driving away, only knowing that anything was better than staying there, not knowing that he was driving back into the city.
He laid on the seat meeting his legs to the car window, hoping that zombie or what ever that thing was wouldn't be alarmed and attempted to break the window, kicking it with both legs, to his luck the zombies didn't care, as it continued to feast on the the cops, he continued to kick at the window, small crack forming around "come on" said Eric his tone tired yet frustrated as well as scared for his life, after his tenth kick finally the window broke just enough for Eric to open it on the other side. Regardless of being out of the back he was still cuffed top to bottom, Eric check the front of the car hoping to find the keys, he rushed quickly trying to find the keys the rush of adrenaline and fear was all that was driving him, at last he found them deep within the glove compartment he first took of the one on his ankles, then the ones on his wrist, all those hours with them on left bruises on his wrist, with out any though he took off his buttoned shirt with his prison number "3940862" revealing his white t-shirt, whether it was the heat of the night air or the fear of being eaten alive, he just couldn't be in the shirt anymore. The cop had left the keys in the ignition, it was time for Eric to leave. As he turned on the head lights he saw it the zombies, as it devoured the officers, it's teeth biting into the bodies as if they were apples, Eric's heart raced he could believe his eyes, the skin pealing from it's bloodied body, eating away like a wolf, eating it's prey, suddenly it looked at him, it eyes so white as if no soul had ever inhabited it, right then and there Eric reacted he punched the gas, driving away, only knowing that anything was better than staying there, not knowing that he was driving back into the city.
