Author's Notes: Is everyone still with me? Another special thanks to everyone that has read it this far and thank you for all the great reviews. Your support really does mean a lot to me and you guys get me through some really tough times. Things are settling between my parents, so that's good. Now, just so no one thinks that my writing is unbelievable, I feel that I should explain some things. I know that some of the actions of my characters are a little strange, but that is the cabin fever that everyone would experience. Spending that much time isolated in a small place would cause even the strongest minds to go crazy. Damn this site!!! It wont let me show a change of subject so you guys are on your own trying to figure it out. I'll go back and change it later, sorry. Now, on to the action!

Chapter 10

Phil and Wilson rushed past the small group of people with a speed that indicated fear. Both men had their weapons out and pointed behind them, their faces twisted with a look of terror.

Wilkers, along with the rest of the group, had no idea what they were shouting about. They all picked up on the fact that the Corral was open, but they said that Dr. Moran had done it. No one understood why he would do something like that.

Wilkers didn't care much what motive that the good doctor had, he just knew that he needed to get to safety somewhere. The first thing that came to him mind was the barracks at the opposite end of the compound.

He looked up to see that the three opposing members of the compound were already headed in that direction. Terry had an arm stretched around Scott's neck and he was helping him walk in a slow pace, and Nicole was already in a sprint to safety.

Wilkers wanted more than anything to pour a round or two into the men, but if the Corral was really open, he needed to save his ammunition. He tried to take his mind off of his bleeding shoulder as he brought himself to a stance and then took off behind Scott and Terry.

Phil and Wilson got to the barracks long before everyone else did. Kenneth stood there, in front of the closed door with a shotgun in his hand.

"Let us in!" They shouted as they approached the cold metal barrier.

Kenneth put his body in between them and the door. "No one goes in there." He had grown an enormous respect for Ana as well as a friendship and he knew that she'd been through a lot; he was going to protect her as best he could.

"You gotta let us in! Those things are on the loose!" Phil pleaded.

"There are plenty of other rooms that you can hold up in, now get outta here." He kept his cool as he spoke, and then he gave his shotgun a pump for looks.

Getting the message, Phil and Wilson walked the extra ten feet to the next set of barracks and rushed in with much haste.

The set up of the hall was that Ana's barracks were just across the hall from where Moran's room had been and just next door to Phil and Wilson's barracks. There was one more set just down from there that he could retreat back to if he needed.

Keeping his eyes focused on the dark and terrifying hallway, Kenneth brought his gun up in preparation for anything that might pop out without warning. Just that second, Wilkers came into the view, fear all over his face.

Kenneth automatically noticed the blood on his shoulder and recognized it as a gunshot wound. He couldn't help but show the pain on his face when he did the math and figured that Terry had failed and was now dead, Scott and Nicole probably with him.

"Its open, you gotta help me!" Wilkers put on his best fear face as he got closer to him.

"Where's Terry?" It was the only thing he could manage out of his mouth.

"I guess those things got him." It wasn't true, but he didn't figure that Kenneth would know the difference. "He hurt his leg and couldn't run. Scott was trying to help him when those things caught up to them. Nicole was ahead of me but she tripped and I was too scared to help her up. Please, you have to help!" He tried his best not to laugh at the fact that Nicole's trip was more due to the fact that Wilkers had hit her over the back of her head.

"That was tha wrong answer." He pointed his gun at Wilkers as he got closer. Sgt. Wilkers, having been trained well, drew his hand up and knocked the shotgun so that it pointed at the ground, and at the same time he pulled his own pistol.

Kenneth saw the gun coming up and, without another thought, he threw a power punch at the gunshot wound, causing a scream from Wilkers. The shout echoed down the hall for a long distance.

Terry and Scott could hear the sounds of footsteps and groans coming from not too far down the hall. Terry, who was in an almost blinding pain, spared a look over his shoulder down the hall to see that he could make out the moving silhouettes of the living-dead.

"Oh God, they're catching up." He said it as he turned his head back.

Scott did his best to pick up the pace, but his legs burned with fatigue from carrying the weights of two people. He pushed through the pain and ache, looking for that little bit of energy that every man has when his life is threatened. That little bit of go-get-em power had gotten him through some harsh situations in the past, but this was different.

"Who's that?" Terry shouted over the increasing volume of the moans behind him as he caught a glimpse of someone lying on the ground out in front of them. The closer they got the more obvious it got that the person was Nicole and she was unconscious.

"Jesus, I can't carry both of you." Scott said with what little air he had left in his lungs. He stopped over Nicole's body and he knew what had to be done. "Can you walk?" He said to Terry without looking at him.

"Maybe, I dunno." He already knew what Scott was planning, but it was crazy.

"If you can, you have to wake her up and help her to the barracks; I'll stay here and fight them off for as long as I can." He kept his blue eyes on her sweet face and a single tear started to form at the corner.

"That's stupid. You have to let me stay; you are faster and can get her there quicker."

"I can't let you do that. I'll be able to hold them off for long enough for you to make it back and then I'm fast enough to make it back myself." He knew he was lying but there wasn't anything else he could say. "Do you love her?" He turned his sparkling blues to him now.

"Yes, I do." Terry looked back and Scott and he knew that they didn't have much time.

"Then take care of her, she deserves it. Don't let anything happen to her."

"I wont." He brought his hand out and Scott shook it. "Bye."

Terry bent down and lifted Nicole up in a clumsy display of just how hurt he was. He put her on his bad side and put all of his weight on his good side, making him look very uncomfortable.

"Nicole!" He shouted her name as loud as he could as he took off down the hall. "You gotta wake up for me babe!"

Soon the voices of Terry started to disappear into the dark tunnel of cave and were replaced by the oncoming monsters. He pulled his pistol out and checked the clip. He had a total of twelve shots before he'd have to change over to his secondary weapon, which only had seven rounds, and then he'd have to go to his combat knife.

The silhouettes soon took more form and then they had faces. They were closing in fast and Scott knew in his heart that he wouldn't be walking away from this fight. He pulled the gun up and sighted it on the first monster in line.

"I might not make it outta this one, but neither will you asshole!" The terrified redhead pulled the trigger and watched the first creature fall over.

Kenneth and Wilkers were very evenly matched as far as training went, but Kenneth was a little slower and Wilkers was a bit weaker. Kenneth took a jab at Wilkers' face, but it was a miss due to a dodge that was as simple as moving down and to the left. Being in the near crouched position, Wilkers threw a power punch to Kenneth's solarplex, knocking the wind out of him.

Having Kenneth in a moment of weakness, Wilkers followed up with an uppercut that landed solid to his jaw. Blood instantly filled Kenneth's mouth and he spit it into Wilkers' face, getting some in his eyes. Moving on Wilkers' newfound blindness, Kenneth utilized his strength with a series of power punches to certain places that would cause great amounts of pain: the nose, the temple, the solarplex, and his gunshot wound.

In a matter of seconds, Wilkers was lying on his back, knocked out cold from the several blows. Kenneth bent over and picked up his shotgun, pointing it Wilkers' face.

"Boom." He whispered. "You're lucky that I'm too kind to shot a sleeping man." Just as the words escaped his mouth he spotted Terry and Nicole coming from down the hall.

"Come on you two!" He didn't bother to hide the happiness in his voice when he saw the two of them. "Where's Scott?"