You order all your zombies to cater to their natural talent of being dead. You put the brutes (and bear) in the closets, and position yourself at the end of the hallway.
The policemen enter, and you quickly hear the typical "oohs" and "aaahs" at the amount of death and destruction. One of the recruits vomit, from the sounds of it.
Right! We move forward, and kill the fuckers that did this. Check for any survivors, and stay careful. This is a trap if I ever saw one.They don't expect corpses to rise up, that's clear. When they all walked in your big old corpse pile,you start off the party by tearing out the their leader's throat.
Almost instantly, the hospital seems to explode with noise and viscera. The cops scream, and panic and generally get torn apart. The squads outside rush in when the screaming starts, but the unstoppable tide of undead flesh pushes them, and grinds down the first few lines.
Quickly, everything outside is dead, but you can't order your zombies down. They seemed to have entered a sort of rage, and are rushing inside the buildings to devour more meatbags.
There is a loud-speaker nearby, but using it would make it clear you're in charge, not to mention that a charge might be beneficial...
Health:Fine.
Energy: Awake
Armor: Bulletproof vest, strong pants, good stompin' boots, Helmet.
Hunger: Very well fed.
Durability level: 2,.
Inventory:4 Biobombs. 28 worms.Smith & Wesson Model 500 (loaded), 10 .50 caliber bullets, 4 ammo boxes of .50 cal ammo. MP5SFA3, 4 clips.
Gun experience: Can hit stuff.
Safe-house security: Existent, but not that awesome.(food for three days)
Rage:Ready.
Horde.
28normals, one Spitter ,15 armored , two actors, three anklebiters.,Snowflake, One Banshee, Blood-wing(outside, somewhere), one crawler, one dog, one brutish bear.
Closest Friend: Diane
Friend:Bennie(missing!)
Caretaker: "Theresa's Whisper"