Dead Sector: Miami: The James' Strain by Drake Romero Read Free Book Online Page A

won’t make it. I push two desks against his door from the outside too, just to help as much as I can.
     
    “Remember, don’t engage. Save your bullets. I will open the door, get their attention, and we have to get as many of them as we can to follow us around the square. We need to make a lot of noise,” I say. Tom and I move the barricades and Tom joins Katrina maybe fifty feet back from the door. Anne still lies off to the side, lifeless. I can’t help but think of the life that could have been if none of this happened. Perhaps I would have an offer by now and I would be two years away from becoming a lawyer. Maybe Anne and I would have dated. Maybe not. But that is not the world I live in.
     
    I open the door and run to Tom and Anne. The zombies are behind me immediately, but they are slow enough that I easily remain in front of them.  I reach Tom and Anne and turn to see at least ten of them coming down the hallway. I begin scream and hollering. I pound on the wall. More of them come out of the stairwell. There are more of them than I thought. When they get within 20 feet, we turn and run. Every 20 feet or so, we turn and make as much noise as we can.  After our first turn, the hallway is full of them. 
     
    “There are too many,” says Katrina. 
     
    “Just stick with the plan,” I say.
     
    We make our second turn around a corner. There are no more turns that will not put us in the hallway with the doorway. If zombies are still coming out of the stairwell when we make the turn, we are finished. They are picking up speed, but not enough to be a threat. We stop making noise and approach the final turn. The hallway is mostly clear. There are maybe three stragglers. Tom goes right at them like a man with no fear. He immediately brains one with the baseball bat. He hits another in the shoulder, and ends up hitting the wall. The bat cracks but does not break.  Katrina has the golf club and gets the third zombie why Tom finishes off the one he missed. I stay in view of the zombies in the hallway as long as possible.  If they turn around, the zombies at the end of the line will be on us. I run to join them and take point as we enter the stairwell. There are no signs of anymore of them, so we enter quickly  Katrina shuts the door behind us.
     
    “What, no.  That traps all of them in with Remington,” I say.
     
    “If we leave it open, they will be in the stairwell in seconds. He made his choice,” she says. We are running down the stairs, now being as quiet as possible.  Katrina is right behind me and Tom is in the back. There are a few of them on the way down, but I stab each in the head with little fanfare. We reach the landing to the lobby and it is clear. The bookshelf is there, but because it did not fit all the way, the zombies were able to force the door open a couple of feet.
     
    “There might be some in the lobby.  I don’t think we should go out the front door if we can avoid it.  Is there a backdoor, Tom?” I say.
     
    “Yes, it’s right by the janitor’s closet.”
     
    “Okay, you take point and we will follow. Everyone remember the code?” 
     
    “1408,” they both respond.
     
    Tom squeezes through the door and we both follow. There are no zombies in sight. We walk into the lobby and I can see the front of the building. The glass did not break, the zombies literally pushed it out of its frame.  The lobby is empty, but I see at least 10 or 20 zombies in front of the building. They do not see us. We follow Tom towards a hallway that I surmise contains the backdoor. This is going to work great. The backdoor to this building should literally be facing the backdoor to the other building. It is going to take five seconds to make the run. Tom has stopped in the middle of the lobby. He must see something we don’t see, so I begin to look around.  Katrina does the same. Neither of us can see anything, and the zombies in the street are mulling a little too close for my taste. I