By the time Regina pulled the car into the parking lot at Arlington National Cemetery, the sun had fully set. Dashiell got out of the car and scanned the horizon, looking to see if the new moon had risen yet. While it wasn’t easy to spot the new moon, it was possible. As he feared, it hung just above the horizon. It was entirely possible the night’s dark work had already begun.
He looked over at Regina and nodded. She returned the nod. It was time to go.
They knew where they were headed. Dashiell just hoped he had guessed right.
He looked around as they entered the graveyard, trying to spot the backup Regina would have called in. He didn’t see anybody.
“You told SWAT to aim for the head, right?”
She looked over at him. “Yeah, Dash. Although it was a bit hard to explain why. Training says go for the body, and most folks don’t believe in zombies.”
“Well, maybe a few shots that don’t do anything will change their mind. But we really don’t have any time for them to waste shots on the body. Things could get very tight, very fast.”
“What about your backup, Dash? Can we expect any magical help?”
“Unfortunately, Regina, I’m it. At least here. There should be agents guarding the ends of the bridges. Although I hope the fact that the river thawed should protect us there. The undead don’t like crossing running water. But with a goddess involved….well, I didn’t want to risk them being able to overcome it. So we’re the first line of defense, but we’re on our own.”
Regina nodded. It comforted her to know that the safety of the city was not just in her hands this night.
Dashiell reached into his coat and pulled out his gun. Regina drew her weapon as well.
“I’d like to take them alive, but the safety of the city outweighs that concern,” Dashiell said.
Regina turned her eyes toward the JFK Memorial and held up a hand. She and Dashiell stopped moving.
“It looks like there are people up there,” she said.
“Then I guessed right. At least we have some luck running our way.”
“Not sure how much luck, Dash,” she said, her voice sounding worried. “By my count, there are four of them.”
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2 comments:
dude, when you get back, let me know how you put Project Wonderful ads on your site - I opened a blogger account for new stories, and I'm figuring out how to set it up. Thanks,
Gavin
Thanks for your help, by the way.
Oh, and on my new page there are more examples of other stories and a poll for which one to write. I know you already suggested which one on NMaI, but could you vote there to make the poll look a little more official? :)
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