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as much
information as he could from the officer. 
           Location?  He was close to the station
entrance.
           Situation?  Numerous casualties.  Numerous
assailants.  Several dead.
           ‘Wait a moment,’ the voice said.  ‘That one isn’t
dead.’
           Another voice.  ‘One we thought was dead is
getting up.  Badly injured though.  We’re going to need paramedics here at
once.’
           The controller cut back in.  ‘I don’t think
there are any left.  We’ll see what we can do.  How serious is the injury?’
           ‘Conscious and breathing.  She’s got severe
haemorrhaging.  Lost a lot of blood.  Multiple injuries.  Just sit down and try
to stay ca…’
           The radio cut off.  The next person to speak
was the officer’s other half.
           ‘We need urgent assistance here now.  Officer
attacked.’
           Gunshots could be heard on the radio and in my
ear.  He was shooting.  What the hell was going on down there?
           We broke into a jog, shoving our way through
the crowds until we were able to see what was happening.  Then I saw my first one. 
They say you always remember your first one.  I do.  He was only about ten
years old, wearing a school uniform.  He was a skinny kid with not a lot of
muscle but he seemed to have strength beyond what he should have had.  He had
hold of one of the police officers by the leg and he wasn’t letting go.  A
female was also fighting with the officer who was trying his best to hold her
off.
           The second officer was reloading his weapon,
having emptied the magazine into a crowd of others.  There were bodies everywhere
and I remember thinking to myself, what the fuck am I going to write in my
report about this ?
           I hoped to God that it hadn’t been a police
officer who had killed all those people.  Then something else happened.  As we
approached to try to lend some assistance the officer half turned.
           ‘Get away,’ he shouted.  ‘I can’t stop them.’
           He fired at the first approaching man, hitting
twice in the chest at close range.  It should have been enough to kill him
outright, but it was like nothing had happened.  He staggered back a pace or
two and then carried on relentlessly.  The woman next to him was the same.  The
officer double tapped her right in the middle of her chest.  The rounds must
have passed right through her heart but she only stopped for a moment, then
walked on like nothing had happened.
           Now I had heard about adrenalin kicking in,
when people are traumatised or in fear.  I even saw a deer run and jump a fence
once, when I was doing some deer stalking in Scotland.  That animal had been
hit by a bullet that could have stopped a rhino, but it managed to run a
hundred metres or so before it expired.  But this was different.  These people
no longer looked like the ones who were running away.  They were different. 
They had a crazy look in their eyes.  It was like they had been taken over by
something.
           The officer emptied his magazine into another
couple before turning again.
           ‘Run.  For God’s sake.’
           We turned from the scene and ran for our
lives.  I’m not ashamed to say it.  If bullets couldn’t stop those people, what
could?
    There were thousands running with
us.  Nobody seemed to care any longer, about those we were leaving behind,
facing their deaths, or worse.  We didn’t stop running until we reached the car
again.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Two
    Sky News Broadcast
    May 14 th 2015
    08:44 hours
    ‘Further to the earlier reports, of
the bus crash at Covent Garden earlier this morning, there is now a confusing
picture of the events so far.  It has been established that a double decker bus
lost control and collided with a shop front on Long Acre at about 8 am. 
Reports