Last song - Part 3

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Thirty minutes later, at Juhu Police station, the two policeman who have left their co-worker to fend to the dangers of that street, are entering the station, and are locking the doors. One of the cops, the bald one with sunglasses, is the one who locked the door by using the door keys, then, he runs with his partner, the man with moustache and long hair, to the upper floor. Arriving at the first floor, he notices that nobody is there.

In fact, nobody is here. Everyone has gone to the street to help the civilians on these weird attacks for them. And this is bad for the two policemen because they are the only ones from this station who knows the dangers of this virus and how it can be prevented. Well. There is some from these who watches and play video games about zombies, but these things, are not like the ones from video games.

"Is someone here?" asks the first policeman in Indian.

"Hey! Come here! On the office!" yells the second cop, louder than the first cop, to see if anyone is still here.

After this, it comes silence. The two cops are all looking at each other, they are in deep problems now. But, they still have to do what they had to come all the way to here.

They go to the first policeman desk, which it reveals to be a normal desk, with a picture of the first cop in his younger years with an old man, probably his father, and a name plate that it spells his name, Morgan Graham. So, the bald policeman is Morgan.

The second cop goes to his small desk, where it is a lot of papers like on the first and the rest of the desks, a small laptop, and a name plate that it spells the name, Jayce Robertson. And the policeman with moustache and long hair name is Jayce.

Morgan takes from one of the drawers from its desk a big manual, he puts it to his desk and he opens it. Jayce takes from the desk one radio station he had hidden under the papers from the drawers to not be recognized by his co-workers. They are not bullying, but they do have a bit of… racism in them. After all, India doesn't have a good history with English people. But these two aren't from England, nor from America, they are Canadian. Well… Half-Canadian, half-Indians, but that doesn't matter at the moment.

As Morgan has taken the big book, and proceed to search the pages he found the frequencies to make the calling to Organization by using this walkie-talkie they have made it for these types of disaster that are following. These types of devices can be used even without batteries because they are working on solar power since all of these are having on the tops side a solar panel thing used to capture the solar power and make it to function the walkie-talkie radio transmitter.

As Jayce did the frequencies, before they could say anything, a voice from the radio says, surprising them both. The following conversation is on English.

"Hello! Who am I speaking with?"

"Morgan Graham." says the policeman by the name of Morgan after he take the walkie-talkie from Jayce. "And with a friend of mine, Jayce Robertson."

"State your country you are located." said the voice from the walkie-talkie.

"India."

"India?"

"Yes."

"That's strange." says the voice. "This is the first contact we have taken from India that reported a virus."

"What do you mean?" asks Jayce over the radio.

"Is that your associate?" asks the voice from the walkie-talkie.

"Yes."

"Aha. To answer your question… Jayce, you said? Well. We had a lot of contacts from the South and central of Asia, but yet, this is the first contact we've ever received from India. The entire Europe and Africa have been already taken by this virus spreading and our Organization is doing everything they can to contain and neutralize all of the threats of this virus."

"It has already begun here in Mumbai. We saw a street filled with zombies, eating humans."

"Zombies? Like what types?" asks the voice.

"We don't know." says Morgan after ten seconds of thinking. "They were the ones likes from those apocalyptic movies."

"So normal type. Good thing."

Morgan and Jayce are looking each other surprised when he said "Good thing.". They wonder if the zombies outside of India are more dangerous than these they've seen so far. If so, they are in trouble.

"I'll have to be honest with you." says the voice from the device. "We already send a big ship into your direction to take, plus nine boats to help at gathering people. You have three days at maximum to gather as many of the people as you can."

"What if we cannot do it?" asks Morgan.

"Then you will be in the range of aerial strike." he said with a chilly voice after a few seconds. "We already found your location. And we are sending a helicopter to that location to clear it out and create a small evac base. A temporary one. It will disappear after the aerial strike will take place."

"Wait, wait, wait. You say you are going to throw rockets into Mumbai?"

"Not only Mumbai. Only on the high populated India."

"This is insane!"

"It is our only option. We cannot let this virus spread further. we have to minimize the dangers of this unknown virus. Now, do as you have been ordered. and helicopter with an armed squad should come to Juhu Beach at any moment. Conversation over."

And he closes the call.

The two policeman are standing there, freezes by this situation, looking at each other, shocked to hear their hometown will be destroyed by rockets in order to minimize the spreading of this virus. It sure sounds bad and inhumane, but it might be their only solution to minimize the damages this virus would do to a country whose population is more than a billion and half.

Jayce is looking at the guide, on a page that describes how will this airstrike go and what will happen. It states that "the moment the airstrike will hit, if it will be successful, there will be no requirements to use nukes. But if it is and minimize the population of zombies/infected cases, the said city will be used to make a base which will be controlled by the army of the Organization.".

"So, all we had to do is escort people to Juhu Beach?" asks Jayce to Morgan.

"Looks like it." he says, then he looks shocked. "We have about twenty-four hours at disposal until the military helicopter arrives. Better use that time to take our family members to safety."

"But where we will stay?" asks Jayce putting the guide on his desk. "We cannot bring them here, can we?"

"We can try here." responds Morgan. "We are close to the beach and we have supplies to last us until they will come. We have guns and ammunition stored on the Armoury room."

"I also have a shotgun at my house." states Jayce, making Morgan feel worried. "Just in case."

"I am not going to question this, but good use now."

"So. We will go different directions and help our family? Or we will go together?"

"I say we go together. We don't want to risk it losing each other."

"Good call."

Jayce is going to the Chief office where from there, he takes a pair of keys who were stored on the key wall, and goes with Morgan to the armoury room. As they arrived there, and opened the door, they are looking mesmerized at the weapons who are stored in them. Handguns, assault rifles, sniper rifles and vests to protect them from bullets. the boys are taking whatever weapons they desire. Jayce has taken an assault rifle, while Morgan has taken a handgun that looks like one of the desert Eagle from a Counter strike game. Both are taking a bullet-proof vest, just in case.

"My family first." says Jayce.

"What?" asks Morgan.

"My family first."

"No, mine."

"Why yours?"

"I have a mother and my little sister."

"Yeah, well, I have a dog and a girlfriend."

Morgan is looking disappointed at Jayce, who is making him weight the choice they have to do. Then, he sighs and tells Morgan.

"I guess she can protect herself. Let's go to yours, first."

Morgan only shook his head in approval. These two walks from the police station, and after they did, first they lock the doors and leave to Morgan's family. The moment they left the police station, they already see a zombie on the street walking toward them.

"Shit." says Jayce looking at that zombie with a pity.

Morgan aims his gun at the zombie, and the moment he was about to pull the trigger, he decides they take the weapon, turn it upside down and use it as a bat to bash the skull of that dead person. He smashes the head for five times, until it no longer moves.

"Why didn't you shoot?" asks Jayce.

"Forgot what The walking Dead taught us?" asks Morgan.

"That villains can have a second chance?"

"No. Zombies. are attracted to noise."

"Ah, yes." says Jayce.

Morgan and Jayce are walking the next five minutes to Morgan's house, where his mother and two sisters are probably scared and locked in the house.