Zombie **COMPLETED**

Brody led the way, silently moving, Renee in the middle and Pompey in the rear, Brody paused at every door and tried the knobs so far they had stopped at 7 doors and all of them had been locked. They were coming to the end of the hallway and it looked like it would attached to another hallway, on the wall at the end of the hall there was a large 7E written in large black characters, Renee wasn't sure what teat mean, maybe a section of the building in the eastern wing? Brody motioned for them to back up against the wall and stay still while he peeked around the corner, making sure there were no zombies waiting to devour them. Giving the all clear they took the right end of the new hallway, Renee glanced back once more at Rob, dread filling her stomach, would she see him again? They once again checked every door in the hallway, none of them opening. Brody was feeling frustrated, what would they do if they were stuck? He supposed he could shoot another lock off but he didn't want to waste ammo or leave themselves open to any attacks, he was holding out for an open door somewhere. They backtracked and went down the other way, stopping to wave at Rob who was watching them as well as glancing down the hallway behind him, he raised a hand in salutation and smiled solemnly. On the fourth door in the other end of the hallway they found an open door. It lead to several small offices, the chairs were laying on their sides and there were papers all over the floor and desks. Renee stood at the door while Brody and Pompey looked around. There were no other doors leading out of the room but one did have a window, looking outside. Through the blinds Brody could make out the shape of lurching zombies, only four, wandering aimlessly about, no real purpose or destination in mind.

"Fuck, if there's four we have to assume there's more." He told Pompey who nodded in agreement.

"But what do we do now? We can't stay here forever, we need to leave, get to Britain." Pompey asked. Brody just shook his head, not having an answer and began to search through the desks hoping to find something useful.


Brad wanted a cigarette, he hadn't smoked for 3 years but he really wanted one today, after seeing that thing eat Nancy and then Hank, he wasn't sure he shouldn't just blow his own head off right now. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he could see the light from the door where Rob, Josie and Grace were standing and then looked opened the door a crack to be sure there was nothing outside, it was all clear. He looked again to be sure the light was still there, the thought of that door closing and trapping him inside was terrifying. He could hear the soft echos of Rob, Grace and Josie bouncing back to him, he was shifting his weight from one foot to the other when he thought he heard a noise outside the door. Like the shuffling of feet. He went still and held his breath, hoping that if there was something out there it couldn't hear them through the door. He pressed his ear to the door, trying to listen not willing to open the door up to peer outside. He heard a groan answered by several more groans.

'Fuck there's more then one out there.' He thought. He wasn't sure what he should do now, should he lean on the door and keep the appearance of it being closed up? Or should he just run to the others and lock the door to the hall and hope that would hold them off? The urge to run was overwhelming but reason told him that if they didn't have a way out from that hallway they could end up trapped and then dead. Suddenly there was a bump against the door and Brad felt the door lurch and his own weight push the door closed, as if they understood he was there, they began to hiss and push on the door, he knew his weight couldn't hold them back.

"They're here." He shouted to the others.

"Fuck! Hurry Brad come here." Rob called back. Brad held the door for a second longer, he jumped back and ran down the corridor to the light where he could see Rob's sillouette in the doorway. Rob had his gun pointed, ready to fire as soon as Brad was clear, the zombies were hissing and moaning, coming closer but obviously not capable of running or moving quickly so when Brad got to Rob, instead of just shutting the door, he and Rob began to fire at the zombies following Brad. There were four of them, hideously grotesque monsters. One was a middle aged woman wearing curlers in her hair, her left eye missing and her jaw hanging slack to one side as though it had been broken, Rob shot her in the chest and she staggered back for a second before he fired again and the left side of her head disinegrated and she fell twitching to the floor. Brad shot a teen aged boy in a FuBu t-shirt and somehow it still had it's matching baseball cap on backwards, the shot blew away it's head and cap. They were getting closer and Rob was trying to make himself shoot a zombie wearing the black shirt and white collar of a priest. It was getting closer, hissing horribly, it's black eyes staring at him, its swollen tongue protruding from its mouth. Brad shot a fat man with a large hole in his stomach, glistening with red-black blood and hints of what appeared to be intestines, he fell heavily to the floor and saw that the priest zombie was getting closer to Rob.

"I can't do it." Rob whispered. Brad shrugged and shot the zombie, lowering his gun and asking for God's understanding. Rob whispered an Our Father and a Hail Mary and turned to Brad.

"I froze. We could have died."

"Don't let it happen again. Those things will kill us. You can't think about who or what they were when they were alive."

"I know...." There was more hissing and they both turned to see several more zombies, coming through the door, attracted by the noise.

"Let's lock this door." Rob said turning the lock on the inside knob and slamming it shut. Praying it would hold them back and that Brody and the others had found something to help them.

tbc....