Seeing the armed force in front of him, Reynold and his newly turned comrade were filled with battle rage. The experiments at the plant were military in origin, seeking to create super-soldiers who could withstand bullets and still keep on fighting. The intent being to send in one super-soldier into an enemy camp, have him turn as many as he could through this high infectious disease he carried, and wipe out the enemy within a few hours and when it was done, fire bombing the entire camp to kill the infected beings. They were essentially untrained, vicious and animalistic in nature and could not be controlled...only aimed in a singular direction with their blood-lust.
Their aim now was this new opposing force. Their instincts told them to prepare for firing of weapons and to not stop until they had turned or killed every last officer standing in front of them. The viral blood coursing through their skin drove them into a fury as they opened their mouths to pierce the air with their battle cry - a cry that made the officers lose aim as they covered their ears. This was their fatal mistake.
Reynold and his comrade took that instant to launch their vicious attack, spinning wildly with outstretched arms and slicing through flesh and bone, the two opened the stomachs of 4 officers, while biting and gnashing at 5 others. The bitten went down, seeking to staunch the flow of blood from their wounds. The cut went into immediate shock. The rear guard, caught by surprise, opened fire, hitting their own comrades who were the first to go down. A hail of bullets struck Reynold and his former science teacher, but to no effect.
Telepathically, Reynold gave orders to his new minions who were beginning to turn. The bitten began to rise and unleash their own battle cries in the din of combat. The screams increasing in pitch and intensity struck fear in the hearts of the officers and onlookers alike. As Reynold and his minions made their way through the rear-guard of officers, he could see the panic stricken faces of the bar's customers and he was filled with hunger again. A sobbing man seemed un-moving in his presence, and so Reynold opened his mouth wide once again to taste the sweetness of his brain matter. Consuming the 1/2 of the man's head, he bit down and released that nectar he so longed to eat.
Filled with a high he commanded he silently commanded his troops to do the same, and each took a victim to mutilate and feast on grey matter. The crowd, coming to its senses, panicked again, and as people began to stumble over each other to get away, Reynold's soldiers bit and tore into human flesh, relieving them of the shackles of their meaningless lives. More soldiers began to come forth from those who were cut down earlier, and those that were just bitten began to recover and turn even more quickly than the second round of soliders. Not only was this virus mutating, it was speeding up the turning process with each successive generation of victims.
The news crew stood, with the cameras rolling, in stunned silence. The mocking idiotic reporter silenced, for once. Reynold, not liking their bright lights and feeling his battle fury come over him again, launched toward the news van with supernatural speed, leaping from all fours across the expanse until he was on top of the first camera man who, while being bitten, showed the world the face of things that were to come.
Within 3 minutes, the entire parking lot was cleared of human beings. All that were left were the soldier zombies. The feasted on the remains of the few who had not yet turned, and on the bodies of their initial feeding wave. The newly turned standing to observe and to receive orders from Reynold.