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of ammo.
"Sheriff, I thought you said that a headshot always took them out at once."
"It does."
"It kept moving," Hanratty said. "What was that?"
"Maybe your man couldn't hit his own ass with a tennis racket," snapped Miller. "Maybe it took steroids. How the hell should I know?"
"You're supposed to be the fucking expert," Hanratty said. Miller turned to face her, ready to rip the rifle from her grasp and take over. The darkness closed in again.
That's when Cochrane screamed in pain and desperation. The guttural sound bounced off the walls and rang a metal gong. Everyone turned to see two more zombies in tandem, another soldier and a female in a nurse's uniform. They were under attack.
The emergency lights flickered on again for a second, making the tableau a gory Halloween show. The nurse was biting Cochrane on the arm. The soldier had torn off his left ear. Cochrane's eyes were wide with terror. He'd dropped his rifle, and started to shriek and wail. The nurse abandoned the arm and lunged for Cochrane's throat. He gurgled and flailed about, while blood sprayed everywhere. The chewing sounds were sickening. Someone behind Miller vomited explosively onto the floor. Miller didn't blame them.
It had all happened so fast. Within seconds again. The professional soldiers just stood there and stared as the zombies systematically took Cochrane apart.
"Shoot them in the head!" shouted Miller. "Shoot them all!"
Lovell raised his weapon and opened fire. A heartbeat later, the other soldiers followed suit. The noise was deafening, and Miller covered her ears. The top third off all three bodies, including Cochrane's, exploded into mist and small, slimy things Miller didn't care to recognize. Psycho made sure to put Cochrane out of his misery. The screaming stopped, and finally so did all the other noise.
All three of them, Cochrane and the two zombies, lay on the floor with their brains splashed on the far wall. The firing had been efficient. None of them moved again. The soldiers reloaded urgently, Psycho cursing under his breath. From some distant place, Miller admired his talent for profanity. They were learning on the job, but they were learning.
"Jesus, were we just ambushed?" asked Hanratty. She sounded more curious than angry. "Did those undead motherfuckers somehow plan that?"
"They used to be human," offered Sheppard. His face was half in shadow, making him look part zombie. Miller shook off the shock and focused on his words. "We know their brains are still working in some fashion. It is possible that their higher functions aren't as impaired as we first thought."
"Can we discuss this somewhere else?" Miller stepped over to where Cochrane lay. She ignored the bloody corpse, just picked up his rifle and extra ammunition. Miller checked the weapon.
"Give that to me." Rat held out her hand.
"How about we compromise?" asked Miller. She handed the weapon to Sheppard. "He's military, right?"
Sheppard grabbed the gun. He held it like a grateful lover.
Miller said, "Come on, Hanratty. We're another man down."
Rat stood for a long moment. "All right," she said finally, lowering her hand. "Sergeant Sheppard can carry a weapon. Fair enough?"
"For now," Miller said. "But if we lose any more men, I'm going to arm myself. Try to stop me and we'll finally have to dance."
"Anytime, lady," grinned Rat.
Scratch said, "If you two are done measuring your lady dicks, let's go downstairs and then get the hell out of this shithole."
CHAPTER FIVE
8:36pm – 21 hours 24 minutes remaining
A foul odor floated in the air. The emergency lights still flickered on and off, as if on a whim. Their long walk down the rest of the ramp revealed more of the same carnage and with increasing frequency. The dead and the undead dead lay everywhere. The stench of rotting meat was overpowering, only increasing as they got closer to the immense underground hangar. Miller and her friends knew what to expect. Miller wondered privately whether they
"Sheriff, I thought you said that a headshot always took them out at once."
"It does."
"It kept moving," Hanratty said. "What was that?"
"Maybe your man couldn't hit his own ass with a tennis racket," snapped Miller. "Maybe it took steroids. How the hell should I know?"
"You're supposed to be the fucking expert," Hanratty said. Miller turned to face her, ready to rip the rifle from her grasp and take over. The darkness closed in again.
That's when Cochrane screamed in pain and desperation. The guttural sound bounced off the walls and rang a metal gong. Everyone turned to see two more zombies in tandem, another soldier and a female in a nurse's uniform. They were under attack.
The emergency lights flickered on again for a second, making the tableau a gory Halloween show. The nurse was biting Cochrane on the arm. The soldier had torn off his left ear. Cochrane's eyes were wide with terror. He'd dropped his rifle, and started to shriek and wail. The nurse abandoned the arm and lunged for Cochrane's throat. He gurgled and flailed about, while blood sprayed everywhere. The chewing sounds were sickening. Someone behind Miller vomited explosively onto the floor. Miller didn't blame them.
It had all happened so fast. Within seconds again. The professional soldiers just stood there and stared as the zombies systematically took Cochrane apart.
"Shoot them in the head!" shouted Miller. "Shoot them all!"
Lovell raised his weapon and opened fire. A heartbeat later, the other soldiers followed suit. The noise was deafening, and Miller covered her ears. The top third off all three bodies, including Cochrane's, exploded into mist and small, slimy things Miller didn't care to recognize. Psycho made sure to put Cochrane out of his misery. The screaming stopped, and finally so did all the other noise.
All three of them, Cochrane and the two zombies, lay on the floor with their brains splashed on the far wall. The firing had been efficient. None of them moved again. The soldiers reloaded urgently, Psycho cursing under his breath. From some distant place, Miller admired his talent for profanity. They were learning on the job, but they were learning.
"Jesus, were we just ambushed?" asked Hanratty. She sounded more curious than angry. "Did those undead motherfuckers somehow plan that?"
"They used to be human," offered Sheppard. His face was half in shadow, making him look part zombie. Miller shook off the shock and focused on his words. "We know their brains are still working in some fashion. It is possible that their higher functions aren't as impaired as we first thought."
"Can we discuss this somewhere else?" Miller stepped over to where Cochrane lay. She ignored the bloody corpse, just picked up his rifle and extra ammunition. Miller checked the weapon.
"Give that to me." Rat held out her hand.
"How about we compromise?" asked Miller. She handed the weapon to Sheppard. "He's military, right?"
Sheppard grabbed the gun. He held it like a grateful lover.
Miller said, "Come on, Hanratty. We're another man down."
Rat stood for a long moment. "All right," she said finally, lowering her hand. "Sergeant Sheppard can carry a weapon. Fair enough?"
"For now," Miller said. "But if we lose any more men, I'm going to arm myself. Try to stop me and we'll finally have to dance."
"Anytime, lady," grinned Rat.
Scratch said, "If you two are done measuring your lady dicks, let's go downstairs and then get the hell out of this shithole."
CHAPTER FIVE
8:36pm – 21 hours 24 minutes remaining
A foul odor floated in the air. The emergency lights still flickered on and off, as if on a whim. Their long walk down the rest of the ramp revealed more of the same carnage and with increasing frequency. The dead and the undead dead lay everywhere. The stench of rotting meat was overpowering, only increasing as they got closer to the immense underground hangar. Miller and her friends knew what to expect. Miller wondered privately whether they
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