“It true” said Wilson with a sob. “It was all true”.

“No, this can’t be real” said Griffin.

“Look out that window man! Tell me you don’t see what’s happening!” screamed Ramirez.

Before Griffin could react, Dr. Adams let out a sickening yell and ripped his hands free from their bonds. Ramirez attempted to raise his gun, but Adams tackled the young detective and knocked him to the ground. Griffin drew down but couldn’t get a clean shot at the attacker.

“Get his head up Pat!” screamed Griffin.

Adams screamed as he pummeled and sank his teeth into the neck of Patrick Ramirez.
“No!” screamed Dr. Wilson.

The young detective screamed in agony as blood flooded his mouth.

“Bastard!” screamed Griffin, firing off several shots into the back of the raving lunatic.

Adams fell limp, slumping onto his right side next to the wounded detective.

Griffin slowly moved over the wounded archeologist, scanning for any sudden movement.

“Thank you” whispered the doctor as the madness left his face for the final time.

Miranda Wilson cradled the unconscious Detective in her lap, quietly mourning over him.

Griff kneeled over the body of his dead partner. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the young mans face. The only way he could have described the look in his eyes was that of the deepest, most base fear in all existence.

“What are we going to do?” Wilson asked under a stuttered yelp.

Griffin put a hand on her shoulder and attempted to reassure the frightened young woman. He tried to think of a way to escape, but he knew it was next to impossible. There was only one door out of that room, and it led to the heart of the precinct. They’d never make it down the hall to the elevators. This would be their tomb. Before he could think of anything further, the door and its barricade rattled violently against each other. On the other side, the newly sequestered prisoners could hear the guttural snarls and moans of the infected masses clamoring against their simple fortification. Miranda Wilson broke down.

As the sun set for a final time behind the veil of Armageddon, Lucas Griffin; staring out across the New York skyline; said a silent, simple prayer to whatever God would listen.  

But there was no God to listen, for God was frightened of what humans had set free. And knowing he could never save them, he sank into the ether; going where it is Gods go when they are frightened and forgotten.

And Lucas Griffin closed his eyes and finally knew he was alone.