4/20/2016
11:35 AM, About 30 miles outside of Phoenix, Arizona

Holiday stood, bent over the table containing all of the notes gathered on their case. This Ezomb threat was spreading, and it was spreading fast. Holiday had a bad feeling about it; it almost had a familiar vibe to it she couldn't exactly put her finger on.
Beep! Beep! Beep!

Holiday perked up when she heard the alarm sounding. She quickly reached for the gun tucked underneath the table and made sure it was loaded. Suddenly, Amelia came running in, chest heaving, hair disheveled, and gun held straight up in the air.

"Amelia?" Holiday asked, concerned.
Their attentions, however, were brought to the other side of the room, where the doors on that side slid open. Six and Rex stood there, obviously flustered.

"Rex, don't build any weapons. I don't know what's going on," Holiday warned, hand out to stop him from doing anything. "Now, Amelia, what is going on?"

"The little boy went zombie and infected all of the bodies in the morgue!" Amelia screamed quickly.

"Shit," Six murmured.

"Six," Holiday chastised disappointedly.

"Hey, guys, I think we have a bigger problem then Six's swearing!" Rex interrupted exasperatedly. "But, she is right Six. You need to tone that language down,"

"Holiday, what's our plan of attack?" Six asked, ignoring Rex.

"Amelia, what part of the building are the zombies in?" Holiday asked, ignoring Six's question in turn.

"Down by the morgue, in the west branch. I came by one of the shortcuts that I closed off," Amelia answered, trying to give as much information as needed.

"Do you think we could get to the control room?" Holiday asked, gathering the files and putting them in a drawer and locking it.

"I think so, but honestly, I don't know where they are," Amelia admitted.

"That's alright. We'll go in pairs," Holiday decided. "Six, come with me. We'll go by the west branch and see what we can come up with. There's a hallway that connects to the control room from there. Amelia, you and Rex will go the safer route through the south branch and down in the tunnels. I just hope the zombies didn't get into the tunnels. Good luck,"

And with that, the pairs went their separate ways. Holiday and Six walked quietly down the main hallway, weapons drawn. The continued until Holiday recognized a hidden panel that led to a small security post. She opened it up by easily guessing the code to the hatch, and drug Six in.

"What are we doing in here?" Six whispered, making sure the hatch was relocked and concealed.

"I am hacking into the mainframe security camera system to locate the zombies. I don't know or care what you're doing at this point," Holiday answered simply, her fingers flying around the keyboard. "I'm in. By the looks of things, Providence is almost completely evacuated. And the zombies are in the tip of the west branch. I'm going to see if I can put down the barriers, but I don't know. These computers only have basic clearance and I'm not sure of they're capable of stimulating the mechanism,"

"Alright. Well, let's go," Six said, ready to get into the control room. Holiday followed, making sure his back was covered. Together, the two slunk down the hallways, being careful to be almost completely silent, which was quite the task considering Holiday was in heels.

Holiday and Six approached the area where they knew the zombies were. They silent as ever, knowing that if they made a peep, they would be killed. The smell became horrendous, and Holiday knew the deadly virus must've had some kind of speed decomposition element to it. They flattened themselves against the wall once they caught sight of the zombies. What happened next, though, was what scared them.

One of the zombies doubled over, as if it was wracked with pain. Suddenly, huge boils erupted from it's back. Large chunks of some sort of matter erected from its arms and nearly encased it's head and left shoulder. A light grey liquid ran down it's side from it's left ear.

Holiday and Six slunk into an adjacent hallway, where Holiday found the door to the passageway that would lead them to the control room. They entered and exited quietly, and then booked it to the control room. They ran in, chests heaving, and determined not to let that happen to anyone else. Holiday quickly lowered barriers at the hallway and around all of the doors on both sides of the metal. She then entered the area in the system as quarantined.

Then, Amelia and Rex walked in, casually. They seemed to like each other, and it made Six almost jealous that Rex had a scientist love interest, and he no longer did.

"Oh, Dr. Holiday, we ran into a couple soldiers running for the exit. They said Captain Calan was injured and is in the medical bay, but isn't harmed and hasn't been bitten. They medical bay is in the north branch, so I think he's okay," Amelia updated her.

"Thank you, Amelia. I'm going to go check on him," Holiday nodded, starting for the door.

"I'll go with you," Six offered, starting to follow her.

"No, Six, I think this is something I need to do alone. Follow me on the cameras if you want," Holiday turned, and Six stopped. She turned back and left, and Six let her go.

4/20/2016
12:00 PM, Miami, Florida

Circe sat in a cafe in downtown Florida, sipping on a macchiato and waiting for her date. She guessed they would go to the deli down the block for lunch, but she wasn't sure. And she knew that her date would be like all the others-polite, intelligent, possibly passionate, and definitely boring. Although, honestly, everyone that wasn't deadly, in the intelligence game, or fooling around with something-or somebody- illegal and/or dangerous was boring. Circe liked excitement, and she never got it on the idiotic dates her friends set her up with.
Her phone rang, making the eerie tone it did whenever her boss called. She stepped away from the bar and outside.

"Circe," she answered, knowing he already knew it was her. But still, they had to be safe.

"Either IV called him, or Six knows you're involved. He trailed you today," the deep, probably disguised voice told her.

"What? I made sure no one followed me," Circe kept her voice low, even though she was on the verge of a panic attack.

"Relax. He shadowed you while you were shopping today. But Circe," the voice took a deep breath. "He saw your face. If he didn't know before, he does now. It'll only be a matter of time before he tells Rex or the lovely Dr. Holiday,"

"What's my next move?" Circe asked, knowing she'd have to cancel her date.

"Go back to the hideout and wait for instructions. What you have to do next is a very intricate process," with that, the voice hung up.

A/N: Oooo, cliffhangers! I adore cliffhangers! They're so torturous, which is so unlike me! It's fantastic! And my other story, Love, Love, Love, isn't related to this story at all. Sorry if I just crushed your dreams. Sorry, I'm apologizing a lot, aren't I? I wonder if I'm part Canadian...If I am, that would rock mad socks. Canadians are neat as hell. Sorry for swearing.