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"Sixteen victims all in two days. According to witness'
they were attacked by groups of cannibalistic people
who devoured them while still screaming for help. The
Freedom City Police Department was over worked
and officers under paid. No one in authority had any
clue about what the hell was going on. The departments
top detective, Leon Cullen, was thrown onto the
case with an order to catch the killer with in forty
eight hours. The last thing the chief wanted was to
call in federal help. Leon, the 26 year old, slender,
but muscular good looking man with a shaved
head and comedy driven attitude had never been
in charge of such an important investigation. He<
was promoted to detective for nailing a serial killer
two weeks ago who also was into cannibalistic
activity. Come to think of it their might have been
a pattern beginning...."

Detective Leon Cullen sat behind his desk in the homicide division office of the multi million dollar Police Department. Sitting their, a lolly pop sticking out of his mouth and a can of Pepsi sitting across from him he couldn't think of what to do. The killers left no trace evidence, the bodies were completely eaten, except for the skeletons, and three of the victims didn't even have that much. Their was no one to pin point for this mass murder spree, not even Hannibal Lector could take out sixteen people in under two days. As he sat their, trying to think the small walkie talkie on his desk began to squelch. An almost robotic female voice said over it.

"Homicide requested at the Quarry on a code Adam seven."

Standing up from his desk, and grabbing his radio Leon hollered into it. "This is Detective Cullen, What's the cause of death on the victims."

"Arriving units report it as being a young, woman, parts of her apparently have been ... eaten. It looks like your guy."

"Damnit" Leon hollered as he clipped the radio on the waist band of his light blue athletic pants. Opening up the desk draw he saw his weapon, laying on top of a stack of copy paper. His Glock . 22 Simi automatic pistol, with lazier siding clicked under kneath the barrel and a custom grip. Grabbing the gun he placed it in his back pants waist band and threw on a Stone Cold Steve Austin base ball jersey over his white tank top as he stormed out of his office.

The rock quarry looked like something out of the Flintstones with many john Deer equipment parked every where, and a thick Forrest soroundsing 50% of it. Parked in the middle of the quarry was a large, lack and white, 2000 crown Victoria, black and white, Freedom City Police car. Its V shaped flashers lighting up the area in a sea of red and blue. Standing in front of the horribly mutilated, almost unidentifiable body of a young female were two patrol officers. Sgt. Patrick, a 48 year old, medium built evergreen officer of the FCPD and Officer Cage, a 22 year old, slender rookie with a buzz cut and face full of anticipation. Headlights lit up the area as another car pulled up along side theirs. Out of the black, unmarked, crown Victoria came Leon Cullen, his face full of rage. Approaching the two officers hollering.

"What the hell happened this time."

"Jogger found the body and called it in. You been listening to the radio by any chance?" Asked Sgt. Patrick.

"No why, is the media on its way down here?"

"Not exactly."

Patrick said as he took a few steps closer to his car. Opening the door to the car he stuck the keys in and turned on the radio. Leon hopped in the passenger seat and took a deep breath as the news reported said, in an official tone.

"Once again stay indoors. At this point all across the country a group of cannibalistic individuals are apparently attacking innocent people. The national guard has been mobilized in all states and law enforcement officials are being briefed. Reports indicate these people are slow moving, some apparently wearing masks, appearing to look like zombies of the such. Once again stay in doors. At this point all across....."

Leon turned the radio off and shook his head stuttering.

"What the hell is going on?"

"Ask me old Sadam put something in the water."

Sgt. Patrick grunted. Leon nodded his head and stepped out of the car. His eyes focused near the woods. Sgt. Patrick stepped out of the car and asked. "What are you looking at?"

Leon removed the mag light from the small holster on Patrick's belt and shined it near the woods. Standing their were two men, both looking decayed and brain dead. When the light hit them they turned and reentered the woods.

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