The helicopter flew low over the rooftops, broadcasting it's message both over the radio and through an intercom; A military broadcast on the radio, and calling lesser equipped survivors to the Police Station by shouting into a bullhorn while flying around town. Below, the trio could see mostly Zombies; every so often they would catch a glimpse of what may have been a survivor, but it was always too fleeting to tell for certain.
After more or less half an hour of flying around and trying to let people know where they would be, the crew finally moved back to the vacant Police station; nobody was there yet, if anybody was coming. Part of their circling was to draw attention away from the Police station, a state that would not last long. Marcus and Quincy eventually set the Helicopter down and turned it off, a somewhat lengthy process but necessary to save what little fuel they had, in the event of needing to escape before the refueling could be completed... if there was even fuel.
"Whew... stinks down here. How's it look, Danny?" Asked Marcus as the whirl of the rotors died down, removing his flight helmet and stepping into the passenger bay of the helicopter. Danny, who seemed to have not heard him or was ignoring him, was scanning the rooftops and what could be seen of the street carefully. "Looks like we've drawn 'em off, if only for a little while," she finally responded, "I'd say we have about an hour or two, tops, before we need to move… depending on how good of shape the area downstairs is." With that she stood up from her position behind the gun, stretching out a bit and stepping onto the helipad.
Quincy, meanwhile, had already moved off to the nearby fuel tank, and was looking for a gauge on it; eventually, he let forth a triumphant cry, signaling the others. "This things practically full!" he exclaimed as the other two approached. "We could even use this supply here for a few weeks, if we were sticking to the area," he proclaimed happily. While this was good news, the other two were less enthusiastic. "Alright…good. See if you can hook it up to the chopper; me and Marcus are going downstairs to check the building."
After a few more details were straightened out, the two of them moved off to the stairwell door; pressing an ear up against it, she draws her 9mm Sig Sauer and waits for a few moments; Marcus, armed with a similar sidearm, waits patiently for her to finish her check. After about two minutes, she nods; "Sounds clear." Slowly and quietly opening the door, pistol aimed through the slowly opening gap, daylight floods the stairwell and reveals nothing but wooden steps.
The two of them scan the empty stair well for a few minutes before moving down, Marcus in front, with Danny covering. Descending into the darkness, they halted before losing vision and each clicked on their small flashlights, equipped on the guns. Lighting the rest of the way, the two spot a door at the bottom of the stairs, ajar slightly. "This is starting to look like a cheesy horror flick..." remarks Marcus, sighing. “You got me covered?" The only response is two sharp pats on his shoulder, after which he nods and steps forward.
Opening the door as much as Danny as he could, Marcus does a slow sweep of the room they had entered; it appeared to be something of a barracks or locker room, and was empty; regardless of this however, the stench was horrendous. It took him nearly half a minute to fully sweep the room; at the very end of his sweep, just as he opened the door nearly all the way, he hit something. Stopping immediately, he makes some random, likely incomprehensible signals to Danny; apparently she got the gist of it however, as the two of them entered the room, keeping their weapons trained on the door. For a few moments they looked around carefully, always making sure the door never moved, before Marcus went forward and closed it partially, revealing the officer behind it.
What was left of his uniform was mostly around his ankles. Much of his torso and pelvis had been completely hollowed, so it seemed in the darkness; and as the light reflected off of the cold, pale eyes, they trained on the closest of the two prospective meals, the male. A deep moan slowly rises from what is left of the creature's wind pipe, before a single round peirces it's head, smacking it against the wall before it slides down into a slump.
Finally a single breath is losed from both Marcus and Danny, as they lower their prospective firearms; smiling grimly at one another, they move out to scan the rest of the police station.