The laser sighting of Seth's rifle nestled in between the eyes

of one of the shuffling researchers, slightly tinting the white glazed

eyes with red. With the pull of the trigger, blood and brains

exploded from the back of the creature's skull, staining the already

bloody lab coats of the following zombies.

"Fuck it, they keep on coming!" hollared Zach as he blasted one

of the undead with his shotgun for the third time, finally blowing its

head off of its shoulders.

Keeping his eyes focused on his targets, Em screamed back,

"Save your ammo! Go for the head! The head!!" He held the trigger

and moved with the automatic rifle, taking out three of the undead

scientists in one fluid motion. The ones behind them stumbled and

fell over their comrades' corpses as they shuffled towards their food.

Sean and Gordy had switched to their Berettas as they continued

to blast away at the fiends. "Switch to your Berettas! Save your

autos, dammit!" Sean kicked at one of the zombies who came to

close, shooting a bullet clean through its left eye. Everyone slung

their rifles over their shoulders, snagging the smaller Beretta's from

their holsters. Em grabbed Todd's rifle from around his shoulder,

taking an M16 in each hand.

"EVERYBODY DOWN! I've got some renovating to do." Upon

Em's command, everybody ducked down on all fours. Em started to

fire and slowly rotated as he did, becoming a human turret. The dead

were literally being shredded where they stood with bullets. Once Em

had completed his 360 degree turn, every wall was spotted with

bulletholes. The once medically clean walls were splattered with

blood. However, the shuffling had not receeded. There were still

more zombies. Everyone stood back up and began to fire at the

approaching corpses. Spotting his rifle on the ground, Todd quickly

turned and grabbed it, slinging it back over his shoulder. He turned

back around, Beretta drawn with a zombie standing directly in front

of him. The creature was about 5'11'', his brown hair was dishiveled

and his blood-smeared ID tag told Todd that his target was named

Darren Newhart. Time slowed by the second as Todd brought his

handgun towards Darren's face, only to be shoved aside by one of his

peeling, rotten arms. He felt the scientist's cold grip tighten on his

wrist as he brought his festering maw towards it. Todd managed to let

out a raspy yell as Mr. Newhart's yellowed teeth chewed through his

wrist. After three unsuccessful punches to the monster's skull, Todd

tried to turn around for help. Before he could turn all the way, he felt

a pain in his throat, a sharp yet warm pain. The bullet made its way

through his windpipe and esophagus, tearing through the fleshy

organs, and lodging itself in Todd's vertebrae. He let out a bubbly

gurgle before falling. The screaming of his comrades began to ebb

away as he felt more teeth chewing at his shoulders and scalp. He

looked up and saw a smoking Beretta right across from him, then

looked down at his own blood covered shirt. This was the last that

Todd Zayne saw before falling into darkness.

"TODD!!!!" screamed Monty as he brought his steel toed boot

under the chin of the monster eating Todd. He heard teeth and bones

in its jaw break as he turned and shot the other two zombies at point

blank range. One last zombie remained in the Eastern Hallway until

Nora put a bullet in between its eyes, sending it to the floor.

There were at least 45 to 50 bodies that now laid splattered

on the floors of the intersection. Monty, red in the face, turned to

the others.

"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO TODD?!"

Noah shakily answered him. "I saw it, he got attacked, zombie

got his by surprise and tore the veins outta his hand."

"Then why the fuck did his THROAT explode?!" All of the

soldiers remained silent. "Who shot him? Just tell me, which one of

you shot him?" The silence continued. "Fine, it's your conscience,

not mine. Let's split up."

"What? Are you insane Monty? We need to stay together!"

"A HELLUVA LOT OF GOOD THAT DID US!! Look, Grace

said we'd try Lyle's suicide method then we'd go and try my method

when Lyle's failed. His plan failed, so now, we're going to split up.

Got it?"

Monty was acknowledged by an assortment of murmurs and a

few distinguishable "yes sir's."

"But first, let's get the hell out of here." Everyone agreed

with Monty's plan and followed him out through the North Hall,

silently uttering a short prayer as they stepped over Todd's corpse.