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walls, and the back entrances are all secured.  I’m going around to the front.”
    I shook my head.  With each step she was farther away, and the more nervous I got.  I couldn’t lose her again.  “If you get in, then find your way to the back and unlock those doors.  If you get in trouble, I have to get in fast.”
    “ When I get in, babe, I’ll do that.  Want me to stay on, give you live updates?”
    “As long as you don’t alert anyone of your presence, sure.  Keep an eye.”
    There was silence for the next ten minutes.  I sunk down low in the seat.  The Benadryl had done its job, and Trina was out like a light.  As I scanned the street, I absently stroked her blonde hair, and found myself saying a silent prayer for her future.  I included myself and Gem – and threw in the rest of humanity just for good measure.
    The radio crackled to life.   “Babe, I’m in.  Remember all the dead people on the front steps?”
    “It hasn’t slipped my mind, Gem.”
    “They probably fled from here.  It looks like a slaughterhouse.  Cops dead everywhere, guns in hand.  Looks like they got knocked out or something, then they were attacked.  Weird.  Almost like they were gassed, then eaten.”
    “ Really?  I’d expect cops to shoot center mass like they’re trained, but none of this would’ve happened that fast.  They should have had time to fire again and try a head shot I’d think.”
    “I don’t know, Flex,” Gem said.  “Looks like they  just passed out and then got eaten.”
    “Jesus,” I said.  “Gem, hurry and get out of there.”
    It was quiet for too long.  “Gem,” I said.  “You there?”
    “Yeah, Flex.  I am.  I hear some noises coming from the back of the building.  Closer to you.”
    “I want you to get this back door unlocked.  Do you think you can find these doors and avoid whoever’s making the noise?”
    “I sounds like someone yelling for help,” she said.  “I should help them, Flex.”
    “I agree, baby.  But get that door open first.  And when you do , use your flashlight to signal to me it’s unlocked.  You might need to prop it so it doesn’t auto-lock.”
    Gem knew her shit, so there was no reason for me to worry.  I expect ed within ten minutes I’d see the signal flashes, but I kept asking myself how many rounds I’d fired from the Uzi inside the Walgreens.
    At 10 rounds per second, you could empty the entire 32 round magazine in 3.2 seconds.  Had I cut down the two zombies at the drugstore in the .2 seconds?  A full half second?  Time flies when you’re firing a sub machine gun.  I had no idea.  I hoped she checked the clip and I hoped it was full when I first saw the gun.  She had the Glock, but I knew she only had limited rounds left in it.  Then it struck me.  She was in a fucking police station.  There would be guns on every downed officer.  I let out a sigh of relief.  There it was again.  Blessed relief.
    I rolled my window down an inch so I could hear noise from outside.  The a rea, as far as the eye could see, was eerily quiet and motionless.  I was glad.  I heard a sudden click.
    I looked left at the building, and two quick flashes of light shone from the doors.  More relief.  I clicked on.  “Beautiful, baby.  Thanks.  Did you find out who was yelling?”
    “It’s right around the corner.  I’ve got the walkie turned way down.  Trina still down?”
    “Like a has-bee n fighter in his comeback bout.  Did you grab any more guns?”
    Despite her being quiet, I heard a low laugh over the radio.  “Do I look like an octopus?  I got a couple Berettas.  It looks clear from here – think you can carry Trina over here real quick and take this stuff from me?”
    I looked around. “Sure.  Hold on.  I reached an arm beneath the sleeping girl and pulled her onto my chest, her head tucking in beside mine.  I pulled the .38 off the dash and hooked my finger around the handle and opened the door of the