First Floor Corridor, East Wing
Water trickled down from an open pipe. Tap....tap...tap. They came into a small office room, and their attention was drawn over to a desk
Billy stayed to the back, and nobody noticed him grabbing a used beretta up off the floor as they continued on down through the dark hallway.
He hid the gun in his jacket and hurriedly caught up to the others. He stopped to walk next to Tyler.
"Guys... I thought I should tell you something," said Billy with a grin on his face.
Most ignored him but Curtis looked over and nodded, "Well what is it?"
"In that cell, I saw a lot of people die... and get back up," Billy said it almost cheerfully.
Finally, Eric stopped, and the group stopped with him. They all turned around to face Billy.
The prisoner continued, "I know what makes them turn.... it's the bites."
Tyler looked around, "No one here is bitten right?"
Everyone in the group shook their heads in response.
Billy grinned again, this time running a finger across his teeth, "So whatever you guys do, watch out for these."
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With only the flashlights guiding them, Eric had led them into a room of total darkness. Billy remained in the back, keeping as far away from the others as he could. Only a few minutes had passed since they'd rescued him, and Tricia already didn't like him. There was a weird glint in the prisoner's eyes that creeped her out.
They came into a wide, open bathroom...
Tricia had seen blood before, but not like this. It coated the wall to the point it could pass for an actual painting job. The beam from Eric's flashlight washed over the floor, and over all the bodies littered there. There must've been at least 6 packed across the floor of the bathroom, all lying still, their faces cold and their eyes blank. Eric stepped over them without a second thought, and his flashlight went to the end of the bathroom.
The minute he did that, there was the clatter of a bullet hitting the floor. Before they knew what was happening, a 12-gauge shotgun was cocked and pointed in their direction.
It was a man, middle-aged, plain-looking and wearing some trucker clothes, hat included. The shotgun in his hands was trembling. Beside him, was a teenager with spikey black hair and a skater shirt, and a yellow T-shirt that said NOFX on it. A look of relief washed over both their faces as they regarded the new visitors, and then slowly, the trucker's shotgun lowered. "Shit.. sorry about that," said the trucker, " Just makin su......"
"Is there anybody else here?" interrupted Eric coldly.
"Over here!" A voice called out from the other side of the stalls.
Eric turned his flashlight to the left and the others looked in the same direction. It was a girl in her early 20's, with long brown hair.
She was dressed in a lab coat and kneeling by a body, waving them over. As they got closer, they realized the body was a young man, and he was still moving, but barely.
Tricia made sure to avoid the bodies as she followed, looking over to the punk skater guy before talking, "These guys.. how did they die?"
"They were monsters... we shot 'em," replied the skater, "Don't worry, they're not getting back up."
"I'm glad you guys came," said the doctor girl. "Please, you have to help my brother." The man on the floor groaned softly in pain.
"What's wrong with him?" asked Tyler, kneeling down beside the doctor.
"One of the monsters attacked him about a half hour ago."
A series of cries echoed out from somewhere nearby. Then there was the sound of nails scratching against metal, and rapid footsteps.
"We have to go now!" yelled Tricia.
"Help me carry him," said the doctor, leaning down to pick up her brother.
"No, leave him, he's bitten," Eric turned away abruptly and walked out of the bathroom.
"Eric!" screamed Marissa, desperately, trying to get him to come back. It was no use. Eric was already outside, and opening fire on something.
"it's the bites isn't it" whispered the doctor as she looked down at her brother.
Curtis nodded, "Yeah, it's just a matter of time before he turns."
The doctor looked up at all of them. "Please.. I just don't want him to die here."
Tyler sighed and nodded and picked up the brother, while Craig and Curtis ran out to help Eric.
With their new tag-alongs, a skater, a trucker, a doctor and her half-dead brother, the group headed outside of the bathroom. Tricia was the first one out, and she almost froze in her tracks.
Zombies were coursing out from the stairway that the group had come from.
Only, it wasn't just several zombies. It was a tidal wave of undead. A literal sea of corpses clawing and growling its way towards them.
"Move!" yelled Eric. While re-loading, he turned to a second staircase at the end of the dark hall. The door to it was ripped and barely on its hinges, with the front window shattered. The bodies of soldiers were piled one after the other on the steps. Beyond that, there was only darkness, and someone screaming.
Eric heard a voice by his hear. "You do not want to go over there." It was the trucker. Eric took one last look at the staircase before opening fire on the zombies again.
"This way!" yelled the doctor, pointing to the far end of the hallway.
The group headed in that direction.
On the way there, a zombie tackled Curtis. Its teeth were barred as it grabbed him and shoved him to the floor. Teeth snapping, it brought its maw right up to the preacher's face.
Curtis let out a yell just as a the handle of a colt slammed into the zombie's head, shoving it to the side.
Eric switched his colt back to firing position and helped the preacher up, and the both of them followed after the others.
More bullets were let loose. The darkness was broken every so often by the flash of gunfire. Zombies were now coming out from every crevice and hallway.
Finally the group made it to the exit, and as they left the building, slammed the door shut behind them.
The cool winds started to pick up outside as the survivors made their way across the grounds and back to the mini-base.