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community,
served my country. Maybe I could have done
better. Maybe that’s why God is … allowing this
to happen.”
Finally they reached the door that lead to
the west parking garage and they waited, the
seconds quickly turned to minutes when finally
several gunshots echoed down the empty hospital
hall breaking the fear-filled silence.
Major Walters grabbed his radio,
“Lieutenant, what’s going on?”
There was no reply. “Lieutenant!”
Major Walters received no word from any
of the three men that were searching for
additional survivors so he headed back down the
hall. As he came to the turn he was met by one of
the privates, he was bleeding profusely from a
gash in his upper arm.
“Private, what happened?” Major Walters
demanded.
“They’re in the building, sir.” The private
revealed.
Spencer found a door leading to a linen
closet and pulled everybody inside. Major
Walters pulled out some sheets so he could
fashion a heavy bandage for the private’s wound
before heading out for the garage.
As the door to the garage came into focus,
Spencer and Gretchen stopped and stared in
horror at what they saw through it. A large,
demonic frog-like thing; a class of creature they
had not yet seen. A clattering sound drew the
attention of all four to the rear.
“She’s coming.” The private said in
horrified apprehension. Major Walters pulled
everybody into another room that boasted a large
sturdy metal door. The room was filled with large
industrial washers and dryers; Major Walters
closed the door and pushed a washer into position
to keep the door closed for as long as possible if
the hive queen arrived and was looking for them.
For the next hour they sat in dreadful
silence, knowing that the private needed medical
attention that he wasn’t going to get while they
were hiding in the laundry room.
“Sir.” the private began.
“Hold on, private, we’ll get out of here.”
Major Walters assured.
“I’m sorry, sir.” the private said, and then
slumped over in a pool of his own blood; he was
beyond help and slipped into death just that
quietly.
What seemed like days passed, but was in
fact only seven hours later, a sound entered the
room through the barricaded door, a scratching
noise.
“She knows we’re in here.” Major
Walters assumed, and by so doing realized that
the door wasn’t going to stop her, and barely
slow her down.
“We’re going to have to try and kill her.”
Spencer said. Gretchen jumped when the door
shook as the queen struck it trying to force her
way into the room.
Suddenly a light more brilliant than the
sun spilled under the door and into the laundry
room, the scratching and knocking ceased, it was
replaced by a shriek, maybe it was a battle cry
and the clank of metal on metal, and then silence.
For several tense minutes nobody dared to move,
and scarcely to breathe. Finally Spencer
approached the door and put his ear to it to listen.
Then he turned to Gretchen and Major
Walters. “I don’t hear anything.” Spencer said
and began to move the washer out of the way.
Seconds later he was joined by Major Walters
and Gretchen.
The door creaked as it opened, a pile of
dust that resembled volcanic ash lay at Spencer’s
feet, there was no sign of the queen and they also
could not see the demonic frog.
“Where did she go?” Major Walters
asked.
Gretchen looked at the ash on the floor.
“Do you think she…” Gretchen paused searching
for a word to describe her thoughts.
“Died?” Major Walters asked, “It would
make sense.”
“Let’s not stick around to find out.”
Spencer said glancing at the outside of the door;
there were several deep gashes in the metal coat
that protected the door. Sword marks? Or were
they from a set of nasty looking claws?
Spencer moved swiftly down the hall.
The door to the west parking garage drew near
and opened automatically as Spencer approached. The last to go is the automated robotic stuff,
great. The door opened on the overhead passage
into the