Demi and Jane
The sound of shufflers was always a bone chilling one, the sort that made your blood run cold and your skin goosebumps. It was a sound not often heard within the districts, not since the soldiers had taken to doing routine patrols and had cleared out a large portion of Austin’s undead residents.
Unfortunately they hadn’t cleared out all of them though and Demi sat behind the wheel of loner pickup -- it belonged to her cook -- and she was supposed to have it back to him before three o’clock today. But as the small horde shuffled towards her location she knew that wasn’t going to happen. There was no way to drive around them and there were no other exits. She could backtrack, but that would only draw the zombies further towards more heavily populated areas of the district.
Demi wasn’t frozen inside the cab, but she also wasn’t about to leave it before she had a game plan in mind, at least on that was better than simply getting out and running like hell.
Jane had somehow gone from practically tripping over soldiers while she was out on patrol to finding absolutely none at exactly the time she needed them. The APD had been out doing their normal rounds in addition to assisting the military in driving and eliminating the hordes of shufflers that had somehow infected their city in droves once more but Jane was all on her own when she came across a lone truck surrounded by the undead. The vehicle sat idle as the walkers swarmed and moved around it, like a stubborn stationary rock parting a fast moving stream. It was too much to hope that the vehicle had been abandoned; Jane could see a figure moving inside it.
The police cruiser was designed to hold against a pressing crowd of people, shufflers or otherwise, so while Jane wasn’t about to lead the hungry horde back to civilization, she could perhaps lead the group away from the traveler or, if need be, pull up next to them so they could hop in and they could weather the storm of broken and putrefying bodies together in the safety of the cruiser. The walkers, who had mostly been milling aimlessly around the truck as Jane watched, were beginning to show interest in the person inside now; instead of shuffling by they started running into the truck, pawing at the doors and windows with fleshless fingers and hungry maws. Jane let out a “whoop” of the siren, just once, hoping to draw the undead’s attention but as to not invite more to the party. A few peeled off from the group to lurch in her direction but the majority found whoever was stuck in the truck far more appetizing than the sergeant. Armed with enough firepower to defend herself and whoever else came along (though without the reassuring knowledge that if she got caught up in this she was immune to the shufflers’ poisonous saliva) Jane rolled down her window slightly. She couldn’t risk the siren again out of fear she’d draw every damn zombie in the state.