having a child. Almost.
Ramsey unlocked the office door and flipped on the light. They were almost ready.
Chapter Twelve
“We should take the stairs,” Emma said. “I don't want to be caught waiting for elevator doors to open or close.”
“You're the boss.”
They found the stairwell and left the blood lab behind. She hoped they faired better on the next few floors. It couldn't get any worse than what they just saw. There hadn't been any survivors, which had been disheartening.
They swept the third floor and found a number of specialty clinics: neurology, dietetics, training rooms for birthing classes. There was also a locked business office and a cafeteria. As they approached the cafeteria, they saw light spilling under the door.
Emma stopped at the open double doors. Inside were stations for hot foods, coolers with cold drinks, and racks for chips and cookies. Two cash registers stood unmanned and she wondered if any staff left on might have evacuated. They took a walk through the food serving area and the dining room. No one was home. There was no sign of the creatures.
Her cell rang. She took it out and answered. Tim on the line.
“Army's sending a squad in by helicopter. They should be here in half-an-hour,” Tim said.
“Send them here. We've got our hands full.”
“Not doing so hot here, either Chief.”
“Explain.”
Apparently Tim, Rob, and some of Rob's co-workers were surrounded by whatever freaks were loose in town. “How many?”
“Fifty, at least.”
Did they leave the hospital? But there were sick people at home, too. Half of Parker Elementary school was home sick, teachers and parents. The things didn't necessarily escape St. Mary's. “I'll get on the horn with the state boys. Their barracks is an hour away. Not sure how much that'll help. How are Rob and Kayla?”
“Holding up. Look Chief, we're about to boogie. The front doors are all that's keeping those things out right now.”
“Keep everyone safe,” Emma said.
“Will do,” Tim said.
She was torn. Wanted to leave the hospital to go to Rob and Kayla. But they were in good hands with Tim and she had people to tend to here. Hopefully the Army would show up and be ready to kick ass.
She heard the squeal of a door opening from an upper floor and gave George a look. There came a chorus of hisses and growls. Then the sound of sniffing, like an animal testing the air. She heard someone clopping down the stairs and. A pale-skinned leg came into view. It's wearer had on a hospital gown. The woman in the gown turned her head and Emma saw her vacant white eyes. The woman was joined by six others in gowns, all shoving and pushing to get around each other.
“Back to the third floor,” Emma said.
The retreated to the floor with the blood lab and waited at the end of the corridor. Emma hoped to funnel them down the hallway and make easy targets. They took a moment to reload. While they were reloading, Emma heard the door open, which was followed by a series of grunts. The things turned the corner, seven of them in hospital gowns. When they saw Emma and George, they broke into a run.
“Cut 'em down,” Emma said.
They brought down the first four with shotgun blasts. The others climbed over the bodies. They took down two more. The final zombie was a tall, elderly man. His stringy, white hair hung over his face, and blue veins crisscrossed his arms like a roadmap.
As he drew closer, Emma was forced to re-load again.
George fired, catching the old man in the arm. The blast ripped off his arm from the elbow down, but he kept coming.
He fired again, blowing a hole in the thing's guts. It fell to its knees and scurried forward. Five feet from Emma and she kicked it in the face, her foot sinking in with a squish. It fell on its face and she finished it with a trio of blows from the shotgun's stock.
She
Ramsey unlocked the office door and flipped on the light. They were almost ready.
Chapter Twelve
“We should take the stairs,” Emma said. “I don't want to be caught waiting for elevator doors to open or close.”
“You're the boss.”
They found the stairwell and left the blood lab behind. She hoped they faired better on the next few floors. It couldn't get any worse than what they just saw. There hadn't been any survivors, which had been disheartening.
They swept the third floor and found a number of specialty clinics: neurology, dietetics, training rooms for birthing classes. There was also a locked business office and a cafeteria. As they approached the cafeteria, they saw light spilling under the door.
Emma stopped at the open double doors. Inside were stations for hot foods, coolers with cold drinks, and racks for chips and cookies. Two cash registers stood unmanned and she wondered if any staff left on might have evacuated. They took a walk through the food serving area and the dining room. No one was home. There was no sign of the creatures.
Her cell rang. She took it out and answered. Tim on the line.
“Army's sending a squad in by helicopter. They should be here in half-an-hour,” Tim said.
“Send them here. We've got our hands full.”
“Not doing so hot here, either Chief.”
“Explain.”
Apparently Tim, Rob, and some of Rob's co-workers were surrounded by whatever freaks were loose in town. “How many?”
“Fifty, at least.”
Did they leave the hospital? But there were sick people at home, too. Half of Parker Elementary school was home sick, teachers and parents. The things didn't necessarily escape St. Mary's. “I'll get on the horn with the state boys. Their barracks is an hour away. Not sure how much that'll help. How are Rob and Kayla?”
“Holding up. Look Chief, we're about to boogie. The front doors are all that's keeping those things out right now.”
“Keep everyone safe,” Emma said.
“Will do,” Tim said.
She was torn. Wanted to leave the hospital to go to Rob and Kayla. But they were in good hands with Tim and she had people to tend to here. Hopefully the Army would show up and be ready to kick ass.
She heard the squeal of a door opening from an upper floor and gave George a look. There came a chorus of hisses and growls. Then the sound of sniffing, like an animal testing the air. She heard someone clopping down the stairs and. A pale-skinned leg came into view. It's wearer had on a hospital gown. The woman in the gown turned her head and Emma saw her vacant white eyes. The woman was joined by six others in gowns, all shoving and pushing to get around each other.
“Back to the third floor,” Emma said.
The retreated to the floor with the blood lab and waited at the end of the corridor. Emma hoped to funnel them down the hallway and make easy targets. They took a moment to reload. While they were reloading, Emma heard the door open, which was followed by a series of grunts. The things turned the corner, seven of them in hospital gowns. When they saw Emma and George, they broke into a run.
“Cut 'em down,” Emma said.
They brought down the first four with shotgun blasts. The others climbed over the bodies. They took down two more. The final zombie was a tall, elderly man. His stringy, white hair hung over his face, and blue veins crisscrossed his arms like a roadmap.
As he drew closer, Emma was forced to re-load again.
George fired, catching the old man in the arm. The blast ripped off his arm from the elbow down, but he kept coming.
He fired again, blowing a hole in the thing's guts. It fell to its knees and scurried forward. Five feet from Emma and she kicked it in the face, her foot sinking in with a squish. It fell on its face and she finished it with a trio of blows from the shotgun's stock.
She
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