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the grocery store." he answered.
Melanie didn't respond. The gruesome image of he acquaintance, forever burned into her memory.
"Mel, these used to be people. People that you used to know. You might not recognize them from a distance, but through the scope on that rifle you just might find that they used to be your neighbour, or your friend.” Clay explained.
"Is that why it was so easy for you? You didn't know them?" Melanie asked.
"It was easy because I chose to focus on the living. The living right now consists of you and me. For all we know, the infected can't be helped and even if they could, that wouldn't change a thing. Because at that moment, a life was on the line." Clay said.
Mel was considering Clay's words, when she was interrupted by a thumping sound that resonated throughout the gigantic building. The two stood silently for a moment, listening intently to the hollow echo of the pounding.
"By the sounds of that, I'm pretty sure that I have an idea of what happened to the occupants of the cars outside..." Clay said.
He moved to his pack and drew his tomahawk from its loop and slipped his fingers into his brass knuckles.
"Well? Think you can handle that rifle?" he asked.
Melanie nodded while loading a fresh magazine into the weapon. The pair began weaving through the aisles, with Clay in the lead. Mel and Clay followed the noise together, until the two came to a door whose sign read, ‘Employees Only’, written across it.
"Well... We know that there are at least three of them and that none of them know how to use a door knob..." Clay said.
"So, what's the plan?" Melanie asked nervously.
"Kneel down at the edge of that aisle, just like we practiced. I'm going to walk over to that door and open it. Hopefully when I open it, they don't rush out. I'm going to try and occupy the first two that come through, ideally allowing you to drop the third as it tries to get through the doorway." Clay explained.
"And if they rush through the door?" Mel asked.
"The idea is that I'm there to bottleneck the doorway. If you stay to the right side of this aisle and I stay to the left side of the door, you should have an opening. I have to push that door to open it unfortunately, so give me a chance to step back before you put your finger on the trigger. Understand?" Clay instructed.
"Clay, I'm not sure if this is a good..." Mel started, but was interrupted by Clay.
"Mel... This isn't going to be easy. I know that there are a million places that you'd rather be right now, with a million other people, doing a million other things. But you can't be there." Clay said, in an attempt to steel her nerves.
Melanie nodded in resignation and moved to the end of the aisle directly to the right of Clay, just as he had instructed. Kneeling down, she shouldered the rifle, just as Clay had taught her. Clay laid his head lamp on the floor to illuminate the area in front of them, affording Mel the ability to see as she peered through the rifle scope and relaxed her body, allowing the crosshairs to hover just to the right of the door.
Clay approached the door. With his tomahawk at the ready in his right hand, he grasped the door knob with his left, the brass rings sliding harshly across the metal. Clay took a deep breath. He had trouble freeing his mind of the thought that if Melanie couldn't do this, then at some point they would likely both die. If she failed to do this right now, then they would likely both be killed tonight.
Clay twisted the knob and threw his shoulder into the door. From her position Melanie saw a pair of hands thrust outward through the open doorway and Clay swinging his tomahawk downward onto something concealed by the veil of darkness.
Clay's attack had struck home and the blade bit deep into the skull of the infected who had reached out to him. Clay tried to jerk the tomahawk out of the man's cranium, but instead drug him out through the door way. The infected fell forward across the
Melanie didn't respond. The gruesome image of he acquaintance, forever burned into her memory.
"Mel, these used to be people. People that you used to know. You might not recognize them from a distance, but through the scope on that rifle you just might find that they used to be your neighbour, or your friend.” Clay explained.
"Is that why it was so easy for you? You didn't know them?" Melanie asked.
"It was easy because I chose to focus on the living. The living right now consists of you and me. For all we know, the infected can't be helped and even if they could, that wouldn't change a thing. Because at that moment, a life was on the line." Clay said.
Mel was considering Clay's words, when she was interrupted by a thumping sound that resonated throughout the gigantic building. The two stood silently for a moment, listening intently to the hollow echo of the pounding.
"By the sounds of that, I'm pretty sure that I have an idea of what happened to the occupants of the cars outside..." Clay said.
He moved to his pack and drew his tomahawk from its loop and slipped his fingers into his brass knuckles.
"Well? Think you can handle that rifle?" he asked.
Melanie nodded while loading a fresh magazine into the weapon. The pair began weaving through the aisles, with Clay in the lead. Mel and Clay followed the noise together, until the two came to a door whose sign read, ‘Employees Only’, written across it.
"Well... We know that there are at least three of them and that none of them know how to use a door knob..." Clay said.
"So, what's the plan?" Melanie asked nervously.
"Kneel down at the edge of that aisle, just like we practiced. I'm going to walk over to that door and open it. Hopefully when I open it, they don't rush out. I'm going to try and occupy the first two that come through, ideally allowing you to drop the third as it tries to get through the doorway." Clay explained.
"And if they rush through the door?" Mel asked.
"The idea is that I'm there to bottleneck the doorway. If you stay to the right side of this aisle and I stay to the left side of the door, you should have an opening. I have to push that door to open it unfortunately, so give me a chance to step back before you put your finger on the trigger. Understand?" Clay instructed.
"Clay, I'm not sure if this is a good..." Mel started, but was interrupted by Clay.
"Mel... This isn't going to be easy. I know that there are a million places that you'd rather be right now, with a million other people, doing a million other things. But you can't be there." Clay said, in an attempt to steel her nerves.
Melanie nodded in resignation and moved to the end of the aisle directly to the right of Clay, just as he had instructed. Kneeling down, she shouldered the rifle, just as Clay had taught her. Clay laid his head lamp on the floor to illuminate the area in front of them, affording Mel the ability to see as she peered through the rifle scope and relaxed her body, allowing the crosshairs to hover just to the right of the door.
Clay approached the door. With his tomahawk at the ready in his right hand, he grasped the door knob with his left, the brass rings sliding harshly across the metal. Clay took a deep breath. He had trouble freeing his mind of the thought that if Melanie couldn't do this, then at some point they would likely both die. If she failed to do this right now, then they would likely both be killed tonight.
Clay twisted the knob and threw his shoulder into the door. From her position Melanie saw a pair of hands thrust outward through the open doorway and Clay swinging his tomahawk downward onto something concealed by the veil of darkness.
Clay's attack had struck home and the blade bit deep into the skull of the infected who had reached out to him. Clay tried to jerk the tomahawk out of the man's cranium, but instead drug him out through the door way. The infected fell forward across the
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