They ran.
They ran as fast as they could even though nothing was following them.
It seemed an eternity of zig-zagging past tents and compounds before the mini-base's door were in front of them.
The doctor let go of her brother and then she and Tyler laid the half-dead man on the ground.
"We can't bring him any further." said Tyler.
The half-dead man's eyes were completely shut, his face was webbed in blue veins and the flesh was as pale as stone. His eyelids would flutter and close every second or so.
"Derek...no... hang on!" screamed the doctor, leaning down towards him.
Derek just lay there, groaning in pain.
There was a click. The doors to the base slowly creaked open. Craig was standing there, holding one door open, Madison holding the other.
"Come on!" yelled Craig.
The prisoner, Billy, was the first one to run to safety. He stopped to catch a breath once, and his beady little eyes went over to Madison. Madison was about to ask if he was ok, when she caught his look. She quickly looked away and suppressed a shudder. -----Ok, now that's creepy..---
"Hurry up!" yelled Craig. There were still others outside.
The doctor refused to leave her brother's side.
That turned out to be a mistake.
Derek's head raised up and his teeth clamped down on her coat. The doctor screamed but Tyler pulled her back just in time, a single piece of fabric ripping away from her jacket.
Zombie Derek shot to his feet, and growled, spitting the fabric from his teeth. He spun around and turned his sights on Marissa.
Marissa tried to raise her gun, but for some reason, she was frozen. Her body couldn't move. She could only stand there with wide-eyes as Zombie Derek ran towards her.
A shot rang out. Brains flew.
Tricia's glock bullet had ripped right through the zombie's cranium and sent it sprawling across the floor.
The doctor tried to run over to her dead brother but Tyler pulled her back to the base, where the others all followed.
The doors to the base shut........ again.
"What was that all about?" asked Eric, in between catching breaths, as he turned to Marissa.
"No..nothing..." stammered Marissa, " Just couldn't think for a second is all."
"Well your lucky blondie was there to help you out."
Tricia glared at Eric, but let the comment slide. She looked over to Marissa while placing the glock back in her belt, then grinned, "You're welcome."