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Authors: Paul Hetzer
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safe and alive. Whatever
that took.
I also had to take care of the Loonies in the
isolation ward.
Back down in Level 6 I was horrified to see
that Sung was feeding on LTC Hanson’s body. Her neck had been torn
open and she had bled out. Sung was still at her side, thirstily
lapping up the blood pooled in the bed about her.
I turned away in disgust and went to the
panel that allowed for emergency decontamination of the facility. I
typed in my passcode and selected the option for the entire Level
6. I gathered my notebooks and the disk with the electron
microscope scans and on the way out of the lab selected the button
on the computer that started the countdown to the sterilization
event.
I had fifteen minutes to get to the elevators
and get my ass to the surface. Otherwise I would be locked down
here permanently. A computer generated voice warned that the
decontamination protocol was in effect and Level 6 decontamination
would begin in t-minus fifteen minutes.
The emergency lights began pulsing. I made my
way through the airlocks, unsuited, decontaminated, then dressed
and climbed into the elevator all in less than ten minutes.
Sung and the girl Loony would be dead
shortly.
CHAPTER 5
I had the Beretta in my hand when I exited the
Facility. Fear formed a cold, hard knot in my stomach at the
thought of what was waiting for me on the outside. I was leaving
the normalcy of my past life behind, forever.
I made a beeline for my car as soon as I was
out the door, pressing the remote unlock button on my keychain as I
bolted toward the parking lot. The car made its familiar double
chirp and unlocked the doors.
One of the Loonies, a dark-haired man with a
narrow face who I had seen in the street earlier, was now on the
grass strip between the parking lot and sidewalk. At the sound of
the doors unlocking it looked up at the car, then over to me. It
let out a loud, wailing growl and charged toward me at a fast run,
its filthy business jacket half off and trailing behind it like a
torn shadow.
Two of the others were further down the
street from when I had seen them an hour ago on the monitors, an
older man and a young woman, both in soiled business attire. They
turned at the sound and snarled like savage beasts when they saw
me. I almost expected them to drop to all fours as they ran in my
direction, emitting the same growling wail as the younger man.
My car was between me and them. I was
confident I would get there first if I could get past the Loony who
was rapidly closing the gap between us. I was running flat out,
trying to not let the terror rise up out of the pit of my stomach
and turn to panic. I had to be a different man now.
I could see the first Loony had the now
familiar manic bloodshot eyes and red-flecked spittle trailing in
streams from the corners of his mouth, his teeth bared in
preparation for attack. At twenty feet I raised the Beretta and
pulled the trigger twice. Two neat little holes from the 9mm slugs
appeared in his forehead and the back of his head exploded. He
dropped like a sack of concrete and rolled to a stop at my
feet.
Without altering my pace I jumped over him
and sprinted the last thirty yards to my car. I got in and slammed
the door just as the two other Loonies rammed into it. I tore my
briefcase off my shoulder and threw it on the seat next to me and
frantically hit the locks for the doors. The Loonies beat
mindlessly with their fists at the door, biting at me through the
window and covering it with a bloody froth. The woman tore three
fingernails to the quick as she pried at the door frame.
They continued with their unnervingly loud
wail. The man slammed his face into my side window in an attempt to
bite me through the glass, breaking off two of his incisors at the
gum line, and blood gushed from his torn lip.
He hit my window again with the full force of
his head and a small crack appeared in the glass, his nose erupting
in blood. With my hands shaking I tried to insert the key in
that took.
I also had to take care of the Loonies in the
isolation ward.
Back down in Level 6 I was horrified to see
that Sung was feeding on LTC Hanson’s body. Her neck had been torn
open and she had bled out. Sung was still at her side, thirstily
lapping up the blood pooled in the bed about her.
I turned away in disgust and went to the
panel that allowed for emergency decontamination of the facility. I
typed in my passcode and selected the option for the entire Level
6. I gathered my notebooks and the disk with the electron
microscope scans and on the way out of the lab selected the button
on the computer that started the countdown to the sterilization
event.
I had fifteen minutes to get to the elevators
and get my ass to the surface. Otherwise I would be locked down
here permanently. A computer generated voice warned that the
decontamination protocol was in effect and Level 6 decontamination
would begin in t-minus fifteen minutes.
The emergency lights began pulsing. I made my
way through the airlocks, unsuited, decontaminated, then dressed
and climbed into the elevator all in less than ten minutes.
Sung and the girl Loony would be dead
shortly.
CHAPTER 5
I had the Beretta in my hand when I exited the
Facility. Fear formed a cold, hard knot in my stomach at the
thought of what was waiting for me on the outside. I was leaving
the normalcy of my past life behind, forever.
I made a beeline for my car as soon as I was
out the door, pressing the remote unlock button on my keychain as I
bolted toward the parking lot. The car made its familiar double
chirp and unlocked the doors.
One of the Loonies, a dark-haired man with a
narrow face who I had seen in the street earlier, was now on the
grass strip between the parking lot and sidewalk. At the sound of
the doors unlocking it looked up at the car, then over to me. It
let out a loud, wailing growl and charged toward me at a fast run,
its filthy business jacket half off and trailing behind it like a
torn shadow.
Two of the others were further down the
street from when I had seen them an hour ago on the monitors, an
older man and a young woman, both in soiled business attire. They
turned at the sound and snarled like savage beasts when they saw
me. I almost expected them to drop to all fours as they ran in my
direction, emitting the same growling wail as the younger man.
My car was between me and them. I was
confident I would get there first if I could get past the Loony who
was rapidly closing the gap between us. I was running flat out,
trying to not let the terror rise up out of the pit of my stomach
and turn to panic. I had to be a different man now.
I could see the first Loony had the now
familiar manic bloodshot eyes and red-flecked spittle trailing in
streams from the corners of his mouth, his teeth bared in
preparation for attack. At twenty feet I raised the Beretta and
pulled the trigger twice. Two neat little holes from the 9mm slugs
appeared in his forehead and the back of his head exploded. He
dropped like a sack of concrete and rolled to a stop at my
feet.
Without altering my pace I jumped over him
and sprinted the last thirty yards to my car. I got in and slammed
the door just as the two other Loonies rammed into it. I tore my
briefcase off my shoulder and threw it on the seat next to me and
frantically hit the locks for the doors. The Loonies beat
mindlessly with their fists at the door, biting at me through the
window and covering it with a bloody froth. The woman tore three
fingernails to the quick as she pried at the door frame.
They continued with their unnervingly loud
wail. The man slammed his face into my side window in an attempt to
bite me through the glass, breaking off two of his incisors at the
gum line, and blood gushed from his torn lip.
He hit my window again with the full force of
his head and a small crack appeared in the glass, his nose erupting
in blood. With my hands shaking I tried to insert the key in
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