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softly echoed at the other end of the hall. The zombies had discovered stair climbing. I heard three—no—four headed this way. “I hear my brothers coming for you.” I smiled. The Rage lessened. He was going to become the thing he created.
    “ It’s not only me. There are several of us. We were commissioned to find a bio-weapon for the army. The US is under constant attack. Our shores need to be protected. We’ve become soft and over sensitive of the rights of others when they don’t give a fig about our rights.”
    “ Or religion?”
    “ Exactly. I’m happy you understand.”
    “ So you destroyed what they wanted?”
    “ This outbreak was an accident.”
    “ There are no accidents.”
    Dr. Speaker’s voice rose, “This was never meant to happen.”
    My attention was focused on how close those zombies were. Surely, they could hear the doctor. “What about an antidote?”
    The doctor looked down. “Everything failed until you came along.” He lifted the computer screen off the desk where it had toppled. He turned it around and showed me a graph with a tiny square in the top right corner showing George undergoing tests. He didn’t look like a zombie.
    “ You made George?”
    “ He volunteered.”
    “ Yeah, sure he did,” I said looking at the screen. “That’s why he’s strapped down, and looks doped out of his mind.”
    “ A little prodding was required,” he conceded. Then he strangely smiled.
    I realized a little too late that the footsteps had stopped. I turned around and two steel pins flew into my chest. An electric shock took me off my feet. I hit the floor. My head banged against the fallen door. A man dressed in army fatigues pressed the trigger and delivered another shock.
    Dr. Cannon stood over me. “You are the antidote, John. Get used to it. And do your job helping us clean this mess.” He stepped over me. “By the way, George escaped and started this. He was gone three weeks before recapture.”
    Images waved in and out of focus. The electricity was doing a real job on me. Army tasers obviously did more than subdue people. Through the haze and pain I muttered, “Where are the hunters?”
    Dr. Cannon nodded. “They are of no use to us anymore.” He went to the desk, scribbled on a piece of paper, and put it in my pocket. “That’s their address.” Getting to his feet, he said, “I hope you find your wife.” The sincerity in his voice sounded real. “That way you can bite her and make another like you.” He smiled. “Husband and wife weapons, I like that idea. Perfect.”
    I was going to tell him to fuck off when the soldier sent a third shock into my system. Darkness came, rushing at me from all directions. I couldn’t stop it. In a way, I hoped I wouldn’t wake up. This nightmare that was my life would end and I could rest...forever.
    But I awoke with a pounding headache. The light outside was dulling and dusk was on its way. I must have been out for a couple of hours.
    Slowly getting to my feet, I spied my Glock on the floor. It must have fallen from my jeans when I hit the floor. I scooped it up. The doctor and the army guys were gone. The computer was gone as well. Scanning the room, I saw a coat rack with a tweed jacket-hanging limp and beside that was a full size locker. I opened it expecting to find nothing; instead, I found me looking back at me. The door had a mirror on it. It showed only my face but my skin was back to normal. The RAGE had gone. I felt kind of empty, as if an important part of who I now was, was missing.
    Leaning against the back of the locker was an M-16 with four magazines stacked neatly beside it. The doctor had obviously left in a rush. I grabbed the machine gun and magazines and slid one into each pocket.
    Back in the corridor, I decided to check the roof. That height would give me a good look at my surroundings. If luck was on my side, I would be able to pin point my location, get some bearing on where I was.
    I climbed the steps without