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creatures charging up the stairs instead of down. Conor stopped outside of the door to the sixth floor, his heart racing as he clutched the hammer to his chest.
Too many close calls. If they could only find a safe place, time to think.
Gotta make it through this.
Just then Aiden grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door, motioning for the others to move aside. Aiden pointed to the window, his eyes intense. From the wall beside the doorframe, they could make out the face of a zombie, a woman, lipstick and blood smeared across her jaw, a shaggy shock of black hair standing out from her head.
They could hear her teeth clicking together and her fingernails dragging down the surface of the door as she glared out into the stairwell. Bobo and the others had now moved down to the fifth floor and were waiting for the brothers to join them when Albert began crazily ranting again.
"I can't see the television!" he shouted and his wife grabbed him, doing her best to calm him. "No, no! Tell him to get out of my way!" he went on.
"Shut him up!" Bobo hissed, pointing with his axe.
The fifth floor door was rocked and bent outward with a loud crash as a group of zombies crashed through it, charging headlong into the older people as Bobo and Klaus took the stairs two at a time, heading down.
Albert had grabbed a handful of Bobo's shirt and was pulled along with him as they headed to the fourth floor.
The old women had no chance as the dead things ripped into them. Their screams were quickly cut short, teeth tearing their throats, bony fingers pulling their bodies apart, organs splashing against the walls with unbelievable force.
Klaus and Bobo kept going, trying to put as much distance between themselves and the zombies as possible.
Where Conor and Aiden stood, the door shuddered as the creature within heard the other zombies feasting. They pressed their bodies against the wall as the door broke loose from its hinges and fell forward to thud with a loud clang to the floor. The slobbering thing lumbered out. It was so intent on joining its brethren that it passed the two of them without hesitation and limped down the steps toward the carnage.
Aiden risked a look inside the ruined doorway. The hall was empty, only a handful of skeletons spread out along the floor. He motioned for his brother to join him and they stepped inside, moving carefully to the first closed office door.
It was locked so they moved to the next. Finding it unlocked and everything quiet behind it, they entered and closed it with a soft click. They found themselves in a waiting area, grey sofas and chairs assembled in front of a long receptionist's desk. It appeared to be a typical doctor's office of some sort. To the left of the desk stood a door, leading into the examination area and they went through it, prepared for anything.
They passed several exams rooms, empty but for the medical equipment and paper-covered tables. Turning a corner, they found a break room with table and chairs and sets of shelves against one wall lined with foodstuffs. There was also a refrigerator that Aiden quickly moved to inspect, finding several warm sandwiches, salads and mixed fruit and a variety of soft drinks.
He pulled the sandwiches and two bananas out and placed them on the table.
"Come on, Conor," he said, motioning for him to sit as he peeled the wrapper off of the sandwich and took an enormous bite. It was still fresh, the refrigerator dead since just last night and it was the most delicious warm sandwich he had ever eaten.
Conor joined him and ate, constantly stopping to listen for the presence of the undead.
They split a third sandwich and drank two warm sodas each, giving them a surge of energy from the sugar. For a moment, they sat and simply stared at the tabletop, thinking through all that had happened since they had left Kennedy's nightclub the night before. So many horrific images flashed through their minds, memories of a night of madness and death.
Too many close calls. If they could only find a safe place, time to think.
Gotta make it through this.
Just then Aiden grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the door, motioning for the others to move aside. Aiden pointed to the window, his eyes intense. From the wall beside the doorframe, they could make out the face of a zombie, a woman, lipstick and blood smeared across her jaw, a shaggy shock of black hair standing out from her head.
They could hear her teeth clicking together and her fingernails dragging down the surface of the door as she glared out into the stairwell. Bobo and the others had now moved down to the fifth floor and were waiting for the brothers to join them when Albert began crazily ranting again.
"I can't see the television!" he shouted and his wife grabbed him, doing her best to calm him. "No, no! Tell him to get out of my way!" he went on.
"Shut him up!" Bobo hissed, pointing with his axe.
The fifth floor door was rocked and bent outward with a loud crash as a group of zombies crashed through it, charging headlong into the older people as Bobo and Klaus took the stairs two at a time, heading down.
Albert had grabbed a handful of Bobo's shirt and was pulled along with him as they headed to the fourth floor.
The old women had no chance as the dead things ripped into them. Their screams were quickly cut short, teeth tearing their throats, bony fingers pulling their bodies apart, organs splashing against the walls with unbelievable force.
Klaus and Bobo kept going, trying to put as much distance between themselves and the zombies as possible.
Where Conor and Aiden stood, the door shuddered as the creature within heard the other zombies feasting. They pressed their bodies against the wall as the door broke loose from its hinges and fell forward to thud with a loud clang to the floor. The slobbering thing lumbered out. It was so intent on joining its brethren that it passed the two of them without hesitation and limped down the steps toward the carnage.
Aiden risked a look inside the ruined doorway. The hall was empty, only a handful of skeletons spread out along the floor. He motioned for his brother to join him and they stepped inside, moving carefully to the first closed office door.
It was locked so they moved to the next. Finding it unlocked and everything quiet behind it, they entered and closed it with a soft click. They found themselves in a waiting area, grey sofas and chairs assembled in front of a long receptionist's desk. It appeared to be a typical doctor's office of some sort. To the left of the desk stood a door, leading into the examination area and they went through it, prepared for anything.
They passed several exams rooms, empty but for the medical equipment and paper-covered tables. Turning a corner, they found a break room with table and chairs and sets of shelves against one wall lined with foodstuffs. There was also a refrigerator that Aiden quickly moved to inspect, finding several warm sandwiches, salads and mixed fruit and a variety of soft drinks.
He pulled the sandwiches and two bananas out and placed them on the table.
"Come on, Conor," he said, motioning for him to sit as he peeled the wrapper off of the sandwich and took an enormous bite. It was still fresh, the refrigerator dead since just last night and it was the most delicious warm sandwich he had ever eaten.
Conor joined him and ate, constantly stopping to listen for the presence of the undead.
They split a third sandwich and drank two warm sodas each, giving them a surge of energy from the sugar. For a moment, they sat and simply stared at the tabletop, thinking through all that had happened since they had left Kennedy's nightclub the night before. So many horrific images flashed through their minds, memories of a night of madness and death.
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