this buildin’ is as
big as yo momma’s ass, and there are twice as many people, as she
gots pimples. So you better be listenin’ when I tell you which way
to go.”
“Well, I can’t
argue with that,” Daniels laughed.
They headed out the way
they had come earlier, but Daniels was sure to take the right to
avoid the main concourse. Once down the set of stairs, Daniels peered
through the steel door window leading into the Station Master’s
office. The office was empty and beyond the desk, he could see the
Exit sign that would lead them down into the Biltmore Room. He looked
back at their anxious faces, “I don’t know what to expect after
we go through this door, so be ready. Cecilia, you’ve got a gun
now. Remember, they’re zombies. That means they’re already dead.
Don’t be afraid to use it. Trust me, you’ll be doing them a
favor.” Daniels looked around at the rest of the group, “Is
everyone else locked and loaded?” Everyone was ready except for
Kaden. He stood there with empty hands, “What about me?”
Daniels knelt down
beside him, “Listen, little man. You stay close to me. There’s a
good chance we will run into something in there, and I don’t want
to be looking for you. As soon as we find more weapons, we’ll give
you one. For now, you’re my shadow. Are you ready? Here we go.”
Daniels burst through
the door pulling a lanyard on Kaden’s MOLLE vest keeping him close,
and supporting the M4 with his free hand. A quick scan of the room
revealed two zombies by the stairwell they were heading toward. The
charging group alerted the two zombies, but Daniels’ expedited room
entrance didn’t give them enough time to even turn before being
struck down with the high velocity 5.56 rounds. The zombies fell to
the floor as Daniels dragged Kaden along. Daniels knew the sound of
the rifle had taken away any element of surprise as they entered into
the small stairwell. He raced down the stairs, and paused at the
bottom, as it opened into a larger room with a single exit on the far
side. Straight ahead of him was a newsstand.
For years, an elderly
New York native named Earl stood inside the stand. Day after day,
year after year, trying to provide for his family. Now, all that was
gone and what stood before Daniels was nothing but a moaning creature
that Earl had become. Thrashing his arms at hanging magazines and
candy, trapped inside, the newsstand had become his coffin. He’d
rot there until nothing was left of him. Daniels scanned the room
around the newsstand and counted five dead. To his surprise, the
shots from the Station Master’s Office had not given away their
position. Without speaking, Daniels used a series of distinct hand
gestures to lay out the plan. It was interpreted by Bunker as,
“Cooper, you take out the two on the right. Bunker, you take out
the one in the middle, and I’ll shoot the two on the left.”
He added an additional
gesture to the end which Bunker took as, “Destiny, please, please,
keep your mouth shut.” Daniels raised his M4 and repeated a series
of head nods while he mouthed, “One, two, three, go.”
He moved out of the
stairway landing, took two steps left, and paused until Cooper and
Bunker were clear of each other. Three shots rang out in concert. Two
head shots and a chest. Daniels fired a second round knocking down
another zombie. Bunker took his target out with a single round, but
Cooper was still firing as the two zombies charged at him.
“Shoot them in the
head!” Bunker screamed.
Cooper fired and
knocked down one of the advancing zombies with a headshot. The second
zombie was already on top of him, close enough for Bunker to strike
him in the temple with the butt of the M4.
Bunker spun the rifle
around and fired a single round into his forehead.
“Listen, rookie.
These things aren’t really dead until you destroy the brain. And
the fights not over until all of those things are dea....”
Two loud cracks stopped
Bunker in mid-sentence.
big as yo momma’s ass, and there are twice as many people, as she
gots pimples. So you better be listenin’ when I tell you which way
to go.”
“Well, I can’t
argue with that,” Daniels laughed.
They headed out the way
they had come earlier, but Daniels was sure to take the right to
avoid the main concourse. Once down the set of stairs, Daniels peered
through the steel door window leading into the Station Master’s
office. The office was empty and beyond the desk, he could see the
Exit sign that would lead them down into the Biltmore Room. He looked
back at their anxious faces, “I don’t know what to expect after
we go through this door, so be ready. Cecilia, you’ve got a gun
now. Remember, they’re zombies. That means they’re already dead.
Don’t be afraid to use it. Trust me, you’ll be doing them a
favor.” Daniels looked around at the rest of the group, “Is
everyone else locked and loaded?” Everyone was ready except for
Kaden. He stood there with empty hands, “What about me?”
Daniels knelt down
beside him, “Listen, little man. You stay close to me. There’s a
good chance we will run into something in there, and I don’t want
to be looking for you. As soon as we find more weapons, we’ll give
you one. For now, you’re my shadow. Are you ready? Here we go.”
Daniels burst through
the door pulling a lanyard on Kaden’s MOLLE vest keeping him close,
and supporting the M4 with his free hand. A quick scan of the room
revealed two zombies by the stairwell they were heading toward. The
charging group alerted the two zombies, but Daniels’ expedited room
entrance didn’t give them enough time to even turn before being
struck down with the high velocity 5.56 rounds. The zombies fell to
the floor as Daniels dragged Kaden along. Daniels knew the sound of
the rifle had taken away any element of surprise as they entered into
the small stairwell. He raced down the stairs, and paused at the
bottom, as it opened into a larger room with a single exit on the far
side. Straight ahead of him was a newsstand.
For years, an elderly
New York native named Earl stood inside the stand. Day after day,
year after year, trying to provide for his family. Now, all that was
gone and what stood before Daniels was nothing but a moaning creature
that Earl had become. Thrashing his arms at hanging magazines and
candy, trapped inside, the newsstand had become his coffin. He’d
rot there until nothing was left of him. Daniels scanned the room
around the newsstand and counted five dead. To his surprise, the
shots from the Station Master’s Office had not given away their
position. Without speaking, Daniels used a series of distinct hand
gestures to lay out the plan. It was interpreted by Bunker as,
“Cooper, you take out the two on the right. Bunker, you take out
the one in the middle, and I’ll shoot the two on the left.”
He added an additional
gesture to the end which Bunker took as, “Destiny, please, please,
keep your mouth shut.” Daniels raised his M4 and repeated a series
of head nods while he mouthed, “One, two, three, go.”
He moved out of the
stairway landing, took two steps left, and paused until Cooper and
Bunker were clear of each other. Three shots rang out in concert. Two
head shots and a chest. Daniels fired a second round knocking down
another zombie. Bunker took his target out with a single round, but
Cooper was still firing as the two zombies charged at him.
“Shoot them in the
head!” Bunker screamed.
Cooper fired and
knocked down one of the advancing zombies with a headshot. The second
zombie was already on top of him, close enough for Bunker to strike
him in the temple with the butt of the M4.
Bunker spun the rifle
around and fired a single round into his forehead.
“Listen, rookie.
These things aren’t really dead until you destroy the brain. And
the fights not over until all of those things are dea....”
Two loud cracks stopped
Bunker in mid-sentence.
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