Atlas Security Division.
Twenty five days since initial outbreak.
3935 South Archer Ave Chicago, IL 60632, USA.
She moved slowly and stuck close to the ragtag group of survivors, throwing up her hand in a fist to bring them to a halt. Ingrid taking in her options as she tried to plan out their advance. It was a good thing that the Samuel would be running interference, they wouldn't stand a chance of getting in unharmed otherwise. For the kid however, it probably wouldn't help out his own life expectancy, drawing the shit end of the stick. It wasn't like they had a choice, or could turn around now. officer Rudy, the mastermind behind the plan, contacted him over the radio, telling him that the team was in place, and that they where ready to go.
Soon enough, the howl of the police cars engine become audible, quickly followed by the screeching sirens alerting everything within a half mile radius that it was coming. Something that once scared some people away now bringing everyone down on it. The car sped past the school, and hell quickly followed with it, the horde attention now drawn, they quickly turned and followed, chasing down the car in a full on sprint Samuel tried to get away. The street was now clear, Samuel now taking the brunt of it. Ingrid certainly hoped that he was a good driver, less he'd be stuck inside a thin steel coffin which would be heading into a very premature grave.
The main problem had been dealt with, but sirens would draw more in, they'd have to move fast. Ingrid and the others moved quickly, moving across the open ground quickly, heading stright towards the front door to make entry. Probably not the smartest plan, but it was the most direct, given the limited time. the door opened, and the survivors poured in. But it had been too easy, and life was keen to throw a wrench into their plans. Someone outside had noticed them, and soon enough, an infected soldier had jammed himself into the door, the six foot something man clad in body army shoving himself through the gap as he let out a loud scream. Ingrid and the survivors they attempted to jam the door shut, but to no avail. The huge fucker got in, and soon enough a small group of his friends quickly joined him. That two options in the playbook. Fight or run, and run was seemingly the one that prevailed.
Ingrid sprant in the oposite direction, darting down the long corridor of the school as she tried to get away, shovel still clutched tightly in her hand. Fear and adrenaline kicked in, her heart racing, hands shaking and brow sweating as her body throw everything into survival mode. Ruby was ahead of her, and it seemed like the following her had the best chance of survival. Soon enough however, they'd have nowhere to run, reading a dead end which would decide their fates. They'd have to find the soldiers, or simply find a room to hide in, otherwise they'd all be dead soon enough.