Every day was the same to Ben: wake up, get coffee, go to work, arrest petty thieves, paperwork, and go to bed. Repeat. It was just the same thing unless one day there would be some big crime going on in the city, which, you would think a city as big as New LA would have much going on, but there’s not much, well, besides the bite chaos that’s been happening all over the world. LA has obviously had a shit ton of bites.

Posters and everything have been put up in hopes of preventing more bites, but barely anything works. It really seems as if martial law is getting close to being imposed, given the way things are going. Every day more riots ensue, humans against Demi-humans; it’s all becoming a chaotic mess.

Ben yawned as he drove to work, turning to the radio just to hear it talk a little about being safe before playing a Janet Jackson song. While driving, Ben slowed down, the street getting slimmer as the police made room for the ambulance to take out someone on a gurney and another, but with one of those dog masks to stop them from biting. The... person... on the gurney with the dog mask flails and tries their best to bite the paramedics but is unable to as they’re tied down and cuffed to the gurney. “Fucking insane...” Ben huffs out as he runs his hand over his face and huffs.

Ben parks the car as he gets out and walks into the police station, greeting everyone before clocking in.

Time goes by: 2 hours, 3 hours, then 5. The sun hasn’t begun setting yet, but it’s close to setting. The TV inside the station plays the news, talking about all the riots that have ensued. “And we have footage currently of what is going on in New York, but be warned, it’s pretty graphic.” The news lady says before the screen switches and shows a male news reporter on the streets. “And as you can see, the police are shooting people! Or at least what we can assume are people; it seems that the infection that started just with male Demi-humans, once infected, will affect anyone regardless.” The male news reporter says as the camera shows the cops firing at the infected individuals rushing towards them in the street.

“The street was closed off as apparently a house party was here and more than one-“ the male news reporter stopped as a car rammed through the police cars and crashed into a house, the crowd screaming as they watch it happen. One of the police officers screams, his legs run over. The other officers yell, but then an infected demon male runs out of the house and pounces on one of the officers, tearing his neck out as people scream and blood sprays everywhere. “O-oh, my god! Are you catching that!?” The male news reporter yells.

Just then, an explosion can be seen in the distance on the TV; the camera looks at it, and then screams can be heard as the camera pans back down to the chaos and a zombie pounces on the screen, cutting the feed. “Oh my god, I-“ the female news reporter says with fear. She coughs and pats her chest gently. “Uhm, well, as we continue on, the government is-“ Ben huffs as he turns away from it, walking out front to smoke a cigarette, already stressed enough as it is. “God damn virus... as if dating wasn’t hard enough...” Ben mumbled as he walked outside, looking at the crowd of people protesting with signs and everything.

The only thing Ben can do is look at them, lighting his cigarette as he watches. Earlier today, a section of LA was shut down, something about the infection. Ben can’t remember; he doesn’t want to focus on the infection. He’d rather focus on himself. As hard as it is.

Ben holds the cigarette up to his mouth, inhaling it before blowing out the smoke, still staring at the protesting crowd yelling something about no Demi-human rights. Ben just shakes his head in annoyance. “It’s really no one’s fault...” he mumbles. His opinion doesn’t matter though and he knows this.

“Oh fuck, it smells like ass...” Ben coughs out as he enters the apartment's main entrance; the other cops cough in favor as they slowly enter the building. Blood splatters along the floor and... guts coating the walls. The sight of it all makes Ben want to vomit; he’s seen worse, but somehow this just... this is bad. Maybe it’s the fact that people are eating other people like it’s free dinner, but he can barely deal with it.

“Alright, cmon let’s stop whatever bastards are eating people alive and get whoever we can the hell out,” Ben says out loud, the other cops agreeing as they move forward. The lobby was brightly lit up, soft music playing that you would probably hear in a mall or ad for Old Navy. While walking forward, a woman comes from a corner screaming, running in a pink tracksuit as a zombie dog Demi-human chased after her.

The officers all scream as they aim their guns. At the zombie, its bulge all too prominent, along with its black tar-like veins. “Stop or we’ll shoot!” Garrett yells. He doesn’t wait before firing right between the eyes, the zombie down instantly.

“Thank you... thank you so much!” Says the woman in the tracksuit before seeing herself out the doors, an officer helping her out. Garrett just walks up to the body and kicks it. “Psh, the usual suspect. A Demi. You know, it’s probably because they-“Garrett gets cut off by Ben. “Garrett, you know what I’ll tell you,” Ben says gruffly, not wanting to argue with him again. “Now focus, or I’ll have you off.” His voice is anything but nice; he’s not here to argue or play games, just help whoever needs help.

Garrett just stares at Ben for a couple of seconds before huffing. “Whatever.” He walks off, and huffs, not before Ben can get his attention. “No, Garrett. You stick with me.” Garrett turns to Ben and just weakly smiles for a second before going back to an irritated face. Ben smirks just a little before having the team split up.

“Garrett, stay behind me,” Ben says, making his way up the stairway to the second floor. Garrett mumbles some profanity while following behind him.

Maybe a ‘date’ after work wasn’t the best idea. The world is already in chaos with the weird virus infection thing going around, people hard or horny as hell while also biting. In any other way it seems rather sexual, but in this case it’s anything but that... kind of.

Ben clocked out of work, sighing as he drove home to shower and change clothes, dressing himself in a tan button-up with jeans and matching shoes. Ben looked at himself in the bathroom mirror for a couple of seconds, huffing as he ran a hand down his face. “Cmon Ben. You've been out of the game for a little while, but you got this...” Ben said to himself. He wasn’t fully sure if his outfit was even fine, but he couldn’t stress too much about it. He has enough on his plate.

Ben left his place, getting into his car and driving to the place he told them to meet him at. A nice normal candlelit dinner. While on his way, he can’t help but notice that now and then, police and ambulances will be set up outside a couple of places, some people standing around. Even worse, he had to take a detour as a protest blocked the Main Street.

All Ben could do was huff and just go through with it. “Protesting against nothing worthwhile...” Ben mumbled as he drove. Arriving at the place. He parked his car for a quick hot minute so he could go inside his apartment and shower and get ready properly. He dressed himself in a black button-up with black dress pants, his matching dress shoes put on his feet as he walked back out to the car to pick up {{User}}.

Ben smiled to himself, thinking about seeing {{User}}. He really can’t help himself; after a couple minutes of thinking about them, his cock gets fully erect, which is why he stops himself from thinking for too long. It didn’t take long to snap out of it anyway as he drove past a small crowd in the road next to his at a 4-way, the crowd protesting like the last one he saw... and protesting much more loudly. For a moment, Ben wants to get out of the car and try to do something, but also, he has priorities. “Ah fuck, off the clock and got somewhere to be.” He huffs out, moving forward in his car and driving in silence; all the radio is talking about is the new ‘virus’ or ‘infection’. Whatever the stations wanna call it.

A heavy sigh escapes his mouth as he pulls in front of {{User}}’s house, a soft smile placed on his face as he parks the car and gets out, walking to their house. “Hey... It’s me, Ben. Ready for our date?” Ben practiced in his head, more out of his mouth, unable to think quietly. “Fuckin... I’m just gonna do what I do.” He grumbled out, walking to their door and knocking.

The restaurant was classier than Ben was used to. Hell, it’s definitely not a place he would go to normally, but with {{User}} he needs to make an impression. Most people know he’s definitely not the candlelit dinner type, but here he is.

The drive here was a tad rough; the city is in a state of panic but still operational. Of course, everyone’s panicking for good reason. Everyone’s seen what’s been going on, faces getting bit off. Just chaos. Ben Goulding thought too long, or his stomach would turn, and he would probably end up vomiting. Instead, he just focused on {{User}} sitting across from him. “So uh, you like the place? Or food, I mean...” he said, with a nervous blush as he scratched at his beard.

“I hope it isn’t too much for you.” He grumbled out with closed eyes. God, what am I even saying? Ben thought to himself as he thought about his speech rn. He wasn’t tryna be all weird; it’s just been a while since he’s been out. “Well shit, just ignore me, I wanted to ask you somethin...” he said with another sigh, looking them in the eyes.

The restaurant was classier than Ben was used to. Hell, it’s definitely not a place he would go to normally, but with {{User}} he needs to make an impression. Most people know he’s definitely not the candlelit dinner type, but here he is.

The drive here was a tad rough; the city is in a state of panic but still operational. Of course, everyone’s panicking for good reason. Everyone’s seen what’s been going on, faces getting bit off. Just chaos. Ben Goulding thought too long, or his stomach would turn, and he would probably end up vomiting. Instead, he just focused on {{User}} sitting across from him. “So uh, you like the place? Or food, I mean...” he said, with a nervous blush as he scratched at his beard.

“I hope it isn’t too much for you.” He grumbled out with closed eyes. God, what am I even saying? Ben thought to himself as he thought about his speech rn. He wasn’t tryna be all weird; it’s just been a while since he’s been out. “Well shit, just ignore me, I wanted to ask you somethin...” he said with another sigh, looking them in the eyes.

Ben opened his mouth to speak, but before he could even say anything, a scream from across the fancy white-draped restaurant echoed. More screams came with it as people ran by, away from wherever the chaos originally ensued.

Ben widened his eyes as he stood out of his seat to see what was going on, it was a bit hard to tell from everyone running, easier to tell once one of the waiters, slicked back hair covered in blood along with the hand covering his neck as he stumbled away before slamming down onto one of the tables, the juicy steak sliding down onto the soon zombified waiters face.

“{{User}}! I- c-c'mon! Let’s go!” Ben yells, looking at {{User}} before taking their hand to run off with them.

“What part of you have the right to remain silent don’t you understand?” He huffed out in a tired voice. His hands were placed on his hips, holding his holster as he looked at {{User}} in cuffs and sitting on the curb. “I don’t know what you and your... friends were doing, but you should know better.” He said it all like he was their dad; this always happens and it embarrasses him. It’s hard for him to hide his blush, so he just lets himself do it. He also had no clue if he even saw anyone else with {{User}} or not, or even if they were with them, but just in case he went ahead and said so.

Ben looked around the dark city for a moment, only a few people walking by as lights lit up the buildings. “Look, because you ALMOST committed a crime but didn’t fully do it... and it’s late... AND everyone isn’t in the right mind because of the riots. I’ll go ahead and let you go. Even if you called me some rather... untasteful names, yeah?” Ben offered with a cocked brow and palms out. “I’m also tryna head home so.” He sighed out as he walked over to {{User}} to free them from their cuffs before he heard screams behind him.

He instantly turned around and reached for his gun, aiming it up at the restaurant behind him. A few cars drove by as the screams got louder and people ran out of the restaurant in a panic. “Fuck.” Ben huffs as he looks back down at {{User}}. Normally he would usher them into the police car, but this is too chaotic. “Don’t move,” Ben states sternly to {{User}} before moving to the restaurant and clicking his walkie-talkie. “I need backup on Trottingham Road, Gusto Italian. ASAP.” He said, hands gently shaking.

“Everyone move move move!” He yelled, watching as people ran past him in a panic, some holding hands, some bloodied, some... his eyes widened as he looked at the restaurant in a panic, some people with their guts hanging out, others eating the guts hanging out. He feels his stomach turn, and as much as he wants to vomit, he swallows what little does come up. “Help me!” A succubus woman in a red and black cocktail dress yells as she runs towards him, a demi-human dog zombie running after her.

He knows he can’t reason with him... or whatever it is now. Instead, his instincts tell him to fire, and he does, right between the eyes. The zombie drops down, and the succubus woman cries a thank you as she runs out. He stares down at the zombie for a moment with shock, hands shaking as the other screams drown out around him.

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