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time. The hinges let out the loudest squeal he had ever heard. He peered through. The hallway was lit as well as the supply room had been. Shadows dominated the long hallway. There were no dead that he could see. He waved the others through.
He watched as Jackson reached the next hallway. He was amazed at how quiet the two black men were. He wondered if Josiah had any military training. He never asked. The pair split, sliding along the wall. Each man looking down the hallway opposite the wall he was leaning.
Jackson threw his left fist up next to his ear. Freeze! He then held up two fingers and pointed down the hall. Josiah leaned a little to his right in an attempt to get a better look. He held up three fingers. Five zombies in the hallway, Mike thought.
SSgt Brown withdrew his bayonet from its scabbard, and making eye contact with each of them. The message was clear. No shooting, knives only. Everyone except Theresa and Jen pulled out a blade of some kind. Josiah had a Gladius from the Haven. The soldiers each had bayonets. Mike and Kerry both had buck knives. Mike remembered the picture of the TV star whose face had graced the packaging. He wondered if he had survived, or if he was as dead as the rest of the world.
Jackson held up three fingers, then two, then one. When he closed his fist, he slid around the corner. Mike followed. There before him were three zombies all wearing hospital gowns. Two were male one was female. Had they not been zombies, all would look too sick to hurt a flea. But they were zombies. And now, they were moving. Jackson shoved his bayonet under the jaw of the first one they came to. The blade slid easily through the bone, and into the monster’s brain. It crumpled to the floor before it had a chance to moan.
The second zombie, a woman who looked to be about 100 years old, moaned loudly as Mike jammed his knife into her skull. The monster dropped to the floor, taking him and his knife with it. He shoved his boot against the woman’s head as he rolled away. The knife made a sucking sound as it was freed from her brain.
He regained his feet, coming up to a crouching position, but facing the wrong way. He could see SSgt Brown and Josiah. Both men were standing over the recently re-deceased. SSgt Brown’s face was a frown. Mike saw him begin to charge towards him. Move! A voice in his head yelled. He threw himself into a combat roll in the direction of the others.
He jerked his head left as he did. He caught a glimpse of the fifth zombie. It was only a step away from him, leaning over, reaching down for him. He watched as it fell to the ground; its hands failing to break its fall as they continued to reach out to him. He kicked with both feet in an attempt to gain some distance on the zombie. His right foot lost its purchase on the slick tile floor. It slid right into the outstretched hand of the zombie.
Frantically, he kicked at the zombie’s face. Blood began to pour from its mouth. Several teeth fell out as it howled at its prey. Mike had never heard one moan so loudly. It was as if it was angry. The next kick drove the zombie’s head backwards at an odd angle. The hand holding his right leg went limp. The zombie stopped moving. Then its mouth opened and closed; its eyes turned circles in its head. Mike realized he hadn’t killed it. He had merely severed its spine. The brain, and therefore the drive to feed, was still alive. A shiver ran down his spine as he drove the big knife into its left ear.
Hands grasped him under the arms and lifted him to his feet. Panic filled the eyes, only inches from his face. “Mike,” the young trooper whispered. “Are you ok? Fuck man, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok,” the older man responded quietly.
“No, it’s not. That bitch ended up on my rifle when she fell.” His voice was more panicky. He needed to
He watched as Jackson reached the next hallway. He was amazed at how quiet the two black men were. He wondered if Josiah had any military training. He never asked. The pair split, sliding along the wall. Each man looking down the hallway opposite the wall he was leaning.
Jackson threw his left fist up next to his ear. Freeze! He then held up two fingers and pointed down the hall. Josiah leaned a little to his right in an attempt to get a better look. He held up three fingers. Five zombies in the hallway, Mike thought.
SSgt Brown withdrew his bayonet from its scabbard, and making eye contact with each of them. The message was clear. No shooting, knives only. Everyone except Theresa and Jen pulled out a blade of some kind. Josiah had a Gladius from the Haven. The soldiers each had bayonets. Mike and Kerry both had buck knives. Mike remembered the picture of the TV star whose face had graced the packaging. He wondered if he had survived, or if he was as dead as the rest of the world.
Jackson held up three fingers, then two, then one. When he closed his fist, he slid around the corner. Mike followed. There before him were three zombies all wearing hospital gowns. Two were male one was female. Had they not been zombies, all would look too sick to hurt a flea. But they were zombies. And now, they were moving. Jackson shoved his bayonet under the jaw of the first one they came to. The blade slid easily through the bone, and into the monster’s brain. It crumpled to the floor before it had a chance to moan.
The second zombie, a woman who looked to be about 100 years old, moaned loudly as Mike jammed his knife into her skull. The monster dropped to the floor, taking him and his knife with it. He shoved his boot against the woman’s head as he rolled away. The knife made a sucking sound as it was freed from her brain.
He regained his feet, coming up to a crouching position, but facing the wrong way. He could see SSgt Brown and Josiah. Both men were standing over the recently re-deceased. SSgt Brown’s face was a frown. Mike saw him begin to charge towards him. Move! A voice in his head yelled. He threw himself into a combat roll in the direction of the others.
He jerked his head left as he did. He caught a glimpse of the fifth zombie. It was only a step away from him, leaning over, reaching down for him. He watched as it fell to the ground; its hands failing to break its fall as they continued to reach out to him. He kicked with both feet in an attempt to gain some distance on the zombie. His right foot lost its purchase on the slick tile floor. It slid right into the outstretched hand of the zombie.
Frantically, he kicked at the zombie’s face. Blood began to pour from its mouth. Several teeth fell out as it howled at its prey. Mike had never heard one moan so loudly. It was as if it was angry. The next kick drove the zombie’s head backwards at an odd angle. The hand holding his right leg went limp. The zombie stopped moving. Then its mouth opened and closed; its eyes turned circles in its head. Mike realized he hadn’t killed it. He had merely severed its spine. The brain, and therefore the drive to feed, was still alive. A shiver ran down his spine as he drove the big knife into its left ear.
Hands grasped him under the arms and lifted him to his feet. Panic filled the eyes, only inches from his face. “Mike,” the young trooper whispered. “Are you ok? Fuck man, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s ok,” the older man responded quietly.
“No, it’s not. That bitch ended up on my rifle when she fell.” His voice was more panicky. He needed to
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