a two way, do you guys have a CB or something?”
“I’m sure there is one in one of the cars around here. We just haven’t had a need to liberate one.”
“Well, I’m going to ask if you’d liberate two. We can hook one up to my boat and we can keep in touch when we’re coming in.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
After they ate, SSgt Brown rounded his people up. They still had a job to do and he didn’t want to be out after dark. One of Roy’s men, an older black man named Josiah, volunteered to escort them. He reported that he had been part of the maintenance crew at the hospital and knew how to get the team in and out. SSgt Brown graciously accepted his offer.
Right before they left, Roy approached SSgt Brown with a request. It seems that none of Roy’s people had any medical training. He himself was a supply NCO in the Navy. His medical training consisted of putting bandages and splints on injuries. He knew that some of his people were in need of, if nothing else, at least a checkup. He asked if Jen would be willing to provide that service. “You know,” he began. “For services already rendered.” SSgt Brown agreed, but not now. It would have to wait until they returned from the hospital.
The hospital seemed deserted to Mike when they pulled up to the loading dock. Josiah had told them that should be the safest way in. It was farther away from the main entrances than any other door. He explained that the power had gone out about three weeks ago. Since then, the hospital’s emergency generators may have provided the facilities automatic doors with power. This, he pointed out would have allowed zombies to enter and exit at will.
The loading dock, he advised, led to central supply. This area was also a locked area. They shouldn’t have to deal with any zombies, he hoped.
The exterior door was, in fact, locked. Mike took that as a good sign. Jackson pulled a crowbar from the back seat of the jeep. They had brought it for just such an occasion. He and Mike shoved against the bar several times before the door finally burst open. The emergency lights were all that illuminated the other side of the door. It made the room appear eerie. But, Mike thought, that could just be the situation.
An image of a zombie in a gown attacking Jen’s boss on television flashed into his mind. He could feel his heart race. He jumped when Jackson put a hand on his shoulder. “You ok Mike?” he asked.
“Shit,” he whispered. “I don’t know. Just a little jumpy I guess.”
“Hey, after getting Red over there to save your ass last night, I can see why you might be a bit jumpy. Just relax, baby. Ole’ Jackson’s got your back.” The soldier flashed him a giant toothy grin. It did put Mike at ease a little. The kid had a knack for keeping them out of trouble.
The group slid into the supply room as quietly as possible. SSgt Brown had decided that Jackson and Theresa would guard Jen as she stalked the aisles looking for supplies. Josiah, Mike, and Kerry would haul everything to the truck. He would keep an eye on the door leading to the rest of the hospital. Josiah had assured them that there was only one.
After thirty minutes, Jen announced that she had located everything she thought they would need with the exception of medications. She asked Josiah where the pharmacy was. The older man frowned. It was three floors above them on the opposite side of the hospital. She looked around the supply room one more time. She spotted a small refrigerator in the break room. She ordered Mike to load it.
“Ok, Jackson. You and Josiah get us to the stairs.” SSgt Brown began organizing the rest of the raid. “Theresa and Mike, you guys back them up. Kerry, you and I got tail-end Charlie.”
Mike eased past the duo in the front and slowly opened the door. It was obvious the door had not opened in a long
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