Jackson had let the newbie speak her peace, after all, she was offended, and he’d hate to censor her on account of some two-bit thug with a mistaken sense of morals. Street cred meant absolutely shit when you weren’t on the street, and whether he knows it or not, everyone snitched…except the dumb ones. It was why big names walked and little names got locked up. A big name could talk, and it be worth something. A small name had nothing to offer, and therefore propped themselves off as hard and honorable.<br/><br/>The shit was laughable.<br/><br/>He had to admit though. Dante had a damn good point about the increasingly alarming level of activity out there. He turned on the radio just in time to hear the radio station pipe in the tv audio.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">… I mean we have the dead...seemingly rising and attacking the living. This makes absolutely no sense, it should be impossible...however we're going to remain here and report to you any and all new developments we receive. The national guard is being mobilized, along with reservists to back up the police forces in the major cities that are seeing the most widespread incidents of violence. It seems however that whatever this situation is? It is spreading at an exponential rate.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Jackson did a double take on at the radio “Da fuck he just say?” came from his voice, and it wasn’t the cop who spoke, but a bewildered citizen. After getting control of himself, he was able to hear the remaining audio before the feed was lost, and the jockey once again explain that they had reports of the dead rising to consume the living.<em>’Oh hell no…hell fucking no. ‘</em>he thought to himself, before his mind made him accept the possibility of there being no chance to his case now. Getting Dante to the other prison was on the backburner now. Getting them out of the area was now on the top of the list. “Jasmine, see if we can get anyone on dispatch” he figured it would be busy, but it was worth a try.<br/><br/>“We have a job to do, Dante. So do they. I’m getting us out of here while I still can” and with that, he put on the show. Lights and sound were suddenly pulsing from the Charger as it jumped the curb to get around traffic. The timing was essential. Too late, and no one gave a fuck who was or wasn’t a cop. He had to use the authority while it was still in place, because after that they were shit outta luck “Hold-on kiddo, he said to Jasmine as he worked the wheel. A few people who still had sense enough to care for their lives had moved out of his way, and he managed to tweak the wheel just enough to clip a bloodied man running after a mother holding an infant. If he still wanted her, he was going to have to crawl<em>’how did you know it was a zombie?’</em>his mind asked. The answer was simple. He didn’t.<br/><br/>He managed to wrap around lesser used side streets and alleys. The lights brought him the little authority it had left, but he managed to make it out of the downtown area. He was damned if he was going to go the freeway, and the traffic softened up enough to allow for some passes on people too dense to get out of his way. After another five minutes, he turned the show off and rode in relative silence. His days of playing the show just for the thrill were long gone, and apparently so were his days of chasing major bad guys. His adrenaline was leaking hard and his hands were starting to shake even while holding the wheel “we gotta hunker down a moment…think this shit through” he said mostly to himself, but loud enough for everyone to hear.<br/><br/>The Motel was a godsend. It wasn’t near enough to the freeway to make it hard to get there, but the hop wouldn’t be far if they tried to do that later. He parked the Charger in the lot facing the window of the Motel lobby and sat still. After a few seconds, he checked out his rear-view mirror and seemed to be mulling something over. After a while, he looked at Jasmine “You okay?” was all he’d allow himself to ask at this point.<br/>