Vampire's Day (Book 1): Epicenter by Yuri Hamaganov Page B

and even took an important trophy. We think it’s extremely important to know your opinion about what is happening, so tell the story of what you went through, we ask you.”
    “Well. My watch began at six o'clock.”
    She told the important people all that she remembered, hiding nothing and not exaggerating. Told how she heard the alarm, how she shot one of the attackers, who she first thought was just another crazy mass murderer. Told how she took an air rifle, told how she was attacked by civilians and shot three of them. How she got out of the passenger terminal, stole the car from the parking lot and went to the city, where the riots had begun.
    She managed to get to the station where they had already lost half the personnel, and the survivors didn’t know what to do. Crews who went to the city on the first panic calls reported riots, mass murder, arson, assault, and fire from air rifles. Reported it and then disappeared.
    Several wounded were brought in: a dozen civilians, cops and a nurse from an ambulance, which seemed to have suffered someone trying to chew off her head with teeth. It was the nurse who first attacked them a few minutes’ later, biting right and left. A rookie, who was on his first day, shot her. Ten minutes later they had to shoot him, because the nurse had managed to bite his hand. Soon Jimenez, several cops and civilians barricaded the doorway and fired into her former comrades.
    The first infected rushed at them with bare hands, but received a serious armed resistance, some of them returned with rifles and shotguns from the hacked arsenal.
    Jimenez didn’t expect to get out of there alive, but the police station defenders received unexpected reinforcements. Soldiers in black uniforms without chevrons attacked the rabid from the rear, killing them all in a couple of minutes with machine-gun fire and grenades. She couldn’t believe it, but they came just for her, for her trophy rifle. Her radio report about what had happened at the airport was heard by someone important. And here she was now, in an unknown government building in the city center.
    “I have nothing to say any more. I hope this helps, and you have already developed plans about what to do. I need to know now - someone must tell me what to do.”

36. Personnel
     
    “Clean, the helicopters have moved!”
    “Second post – clean. Transport is provided.”
    “Roger, open the gate!”
    With a roaring engine and throwing out thick diesel smoke, the garbage truck, now modernized and turned into a giant improvised armored vehicle, pulled into the parking lot. Steel sheets of different thickness were on the sides, and there was a roof hatch, from which a thug with a machine gun peered. Before the former garbage truck stopped another homemade pickup with a heavy machine gun in the back, the crew ready to protect the armored vehicle and its valuable cargo.
    On underground parking is continuing a fast and efficient selection. Those who had the necessary skills were collected separately, given the first dose, and then sent under guard to the far exit. Many armored trucks and buses arrived here to take these selected to the outskirts, where the prisoner’s team now built shelters. Other trucks are heading to the shelters with equipment and machines - in the LA suburbs soon will be equipped workshops which will provide arms and ammunition for the first time.
    Realizing that they were rapidly losing territory, the military would soon begin to destroy the valuable objects with air strikes, so it was necessary to keep away from the factories all that may be useful. New workshops would arise in the midst of the suburbs in inconspicuous-looking apartment buildings – finding and destroying them all would not be easy.
    The second group, mostly young men and women, were a specific contingent, almost all of them from street gangs. They also received a dose, although not the usual one. With this dose, there was a high content of pure blood plus a