After discussing the plan, we immediately went ahead and train, we went to the backyard, and proceed to teach them how to shoot, our formation, how to properly kill a zombie, your stance, etc that you need…

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Meanwhile, as we focused on fortifying our mansion, the heart of the town was not exempt from the unfolding chaos. At the police station, strategically placed in front of the school entrance, a makeshift barricade using a truck covered the station's entrance.

Inside the station, dozens of civilians huddled together with a dozen armed police officers. A male officer entered the police chief's office with urgent news.

"Hey, we have successfully distracted those bastards. The information from headquarters was correct; they are indeed sensitive to sound," the officer reported.

The police chief, worn and weary, responded, "Good. We're in the middle of the town, basically surrounded. Those civilians in our hands, we can't control them. We're barely alive because of our supplies, and we can't hold on much longer than this!"

Frustration gripped the room as the harsh reality of their predicament settled in. They could only pray for the unlikely arrival of military support, though deep down, they knew it was a false hope.

Outside the office door, a person accidentally overheard their desperate conversation and immediately ran, likely spreading the dire news to others. In this transformed world, even the sanctuaries meant to protect were teetering on the edge of survival.

As the unsettling news spread among the civilians, a murmur of anxiety and fear permeated the town. The revelation that the police couldn't fully protect them, coupled with the looming scarcity of supplies, ignited a volatile spark among the hungry, dehydrated, and fatigued residents.

In the midst of the chaos, whispers turned into a frenzied uproar as the civilians, driven by desperation, decided to take matters into their own hands. A riot erupted without the police's knowledge.

"Attack them! They'll only eat the food by themselves! They won't share it with us!" The rallying cry fueled the chaos, turning the once-trusted police into adversaries alongside the looming threat of zombies.

The riot unfolded chaotically, the police officers, caught off guard, found themselves facing not only the relentless undead but also the very civilians they were meant to protect. Determined and desperate, the civilians pushed their way through the police chief's office, disregarding any attempts by officers to calm them down. In a cruel twist of fate, the sanctuary that was once the police station became a battleground, as the very people seeking refuge turned against those who had sworn to uphold order.

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The riot unfolded, reaching a crescendo that even drew the police chief out of his office. Standing amidst the chaos, he witnessed the very community his men had sacrificed to save now turning against them.

"What are you doing!? Is this how you repay us after saving your lives!? How shameless you all are!" The police chief's angry shout cut through the tumult, momentarily silencing the rioters. The weight of his words hung in the air, a stark reminder of the sacrifices made by the officers in their attempts to protect the very civilians now wreaking havoc within the once-secure walls.

As the shocked silence settled, the police chief's gaze swept over the scene, his eyes reflecting a mix of anger, betrayal, and disbelief. The irony of their situation unfolded before him – a sanctuary built on sacrifice had crumbled under the weight of desperation and distrust.

The brief silence that followed the police chief's outburst hung heavy in the air, revealing the gravity of the situation. As the echoes of his words reverberated through the chaotic scene, a tense standoff emerged between the enraged civilians and the police officers who had sworn to protect them.

In the midst of this tumult, a sense of realization seemed to flicker among the rioters. The gravity of their actions, fueled by fear and desperation, clashed with the gratitude owed to those who had sacrificed to keep them safe.

"He's right…"

"How could we…"

They all murmured regretting their decision. the police chief, despite his anger, understood the precariousness of their circumstances. "We're all facing the same enemy out there. Turning against each other won't help us survive," he declared, attempting to bridge the growing rift between the officers and the civilians.

As the tense standoff lingered, a distant moan from outside the station reminded them of the ever-present threat beyond their walls. The undead, indifferent to the internal strife, continued their relentless pursuit.

Realizing the need to refocus their efforts, the police chief addressed the crowd with a more measured tone. "We need to work together. Our chances of survival are slim if we're divided. Let's secure this station, gather what supplies we can, and find a way to endure."

The initial hostility began to wane as the reality of their shared predicament sank in. The officers and civilians, now facing the consequences of their internal discord, reluctantly began to cooperate in fortifying the station against the looming threats both inside and outside.

"He's right.. we should've been taken by our emotions."

"I'm sorry" all them regretted things they did

The once-united sanctuary, now scarred by conflict, stood as a fragile bastion in the face of an uncertain and unforgiving world. The survival of those within its walls depended on their ability to reconcile, adapt, and confront the challenges that lurked in the shadows of the apocalypse.

As the chaos within the police station reached its peak, the repercussions of the earlier riot echoed in the form of an impending zombie horde. The once-dispersed undead, drawn by the noise and commotion, now surged back with a much larger force.

The stampede of thousands pressed against the truck that served as the makeshift barricade, threatening to overwhelm the compromised defenses. The police chief, his men exhausted from the internal strife, and the civilians caught in the crossfire faced an imminent and formidable threat.

Realizing the imminent breach, the police chief rallied what remained of his forces. "You guys! Prepare! Looks like that truck won't hold any longer..." His voice carried a weight of concern, knowing the dire consequences of a breach in their fortification.

With urgency in his tone, he issued orders to the civilians. "All of the civilians! Go to the second floor! Those who can still fight, grab any weapons, and we'll kill these shits!" The police chief's attempt to instill morale cut through the air, urging both his men and the civilians to stand together against the impending onslaught.

In a desperate bid for survival, the station's defenders braced themselves as the relentless pressure from the undead mass intensified. The truck, strained beyond its limits, succumbed to the overwhelming force, inching back in a chilling display of impending doom.

As the barricade crumbled, the horde surged forward, breaching the fortification that had once offered a semblance of safety. In the face of the relentless tide, the police chief could only hope that their combined efforts, both in defense and in unity, would be enough to weather the imminent storm of the undead.

The second floor of the police station became a makeshift fortress as civilians and police officers alike gathered, armed with whatever weapons they could scrounge up. The once-cohesive group now faced a common enemy that cared not for their internal struggles but hungered only for the taste of human flesh.

The sounds of the advancing horde grew louder, echoing through the once-secure halls of the police station. The police chief, his face etched with a mix of determination and desperation, addressed the group. "We hold this floor! Fight as one! Protect each other!"

The clash was inevitable, and as the first wave of zombies breached the compromised entrance, a fierce battle erupted. The defenders fought valiantly, a mix of police officers, civilians, and even some who had been at odds just moments ago. Their survival depended on the unity forged in the crucible of adversity.

The narrow hallways became chokepoints where the defenders made their stand, fighting tooth and nail against the relentless onslaught. The air filled with the stench of decay, the groans of the undead, and the clattering of makeshift weapons meeting decomposing flesh.

The police chief, at the forefront of the defense, swung his baton with a determined ferocity. Each blow delivered was a testament to the resilience of the human spirit against the encroaching darkness.

Despite the grim circumstances, a glimmer of hope flickered as the defenders managed to hold their ground, repelling the initial wave. However, the relentless tide of the undead showed no sign of abating, and the fortitude of the defenders would be tested as the battle for survival continued to unfold on the second floor of the beleaguered police station.

As they fight desperately to survive, a explosion accur, blowing the horde of zombies. "Continue! Do not get distracted!" The police chief shouted. However after the explosion, gunshots were fired, lots of gunshots.

Only a mere 5 minutes the zombies got annalihated, after finishing the zombies in the police stations, those unknown force continues to fight the zombies who came rushing to them.

Curious, the chief and the others looks outside, just to see, the military! God really save us!! Tanks, helicopters, and soldiers. They are easily killing those zombies.

Souta and his team heard the gunshots, but they didn't mind it and continued to train.