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said.
    “Yeah.” Steve tried to reopen the
door, but it was sealed. “Just stay still,” he yelled through the door. “Their
vision is based on movement.”
    “I think you’re thinking of a
t-rex,” Terry said.
    “Oh, right.” They saw Angela get
dragged away from the door and eaten. Both winced. “Okay, that was my bad,”
Steve said.
    Suddenly another side door smashed
open and zombies came pouring through. Terry opened fire with his pistol, Steve
hitting any that got close with his fire-axe. They were driven back, constantly
on the defensive. They finally backtracked into a bank of elevators. Steve looked
to the elevators, but remembered what had happened the last time they had
opened one.
    “We have to risk it,” Terry said,
firing into the mass of zombies coming toward them.
    Steve hit the button and they
waited. Finally the doors opened with a ding, and thankfully, the car was
empty. They rushed inside, the doors closing just as the zombies reached them.
Terry leaned back against the wall.
    “Now what?” he asked.
    Steve was looking at the buttons.
“There’s a button here that says Squirrel City.”
    “Really?” Terry asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “Push it!”
    Steve pushed the button and the
elevator started to rocket upward. It was several minutes, but it finally
opened with a ding. They stepped out into a white hallway. “It looks like we’re
in a hospital,” Steve said.
    “That was surprising easily,”
Terry said.
    “I know. You figure the mercs
woulda known about an elevator that leads directly to the city.”
    “No accounting for brains,” Terry
said with a shrug.
    They followed the hallway past a
nurse’s station and into a waiting room. They walked through the automatic
sliding doors into a wasteland. Whatever Squirrel City had once been, it was no
longer. Abandoned cars filled the street, many on fire. They could hear gunfire
and screams. The plague of the undead had come to the city.
    “Well, here we go,” Steve said,
lifting his fire-axe.
    “Right,” Terry said, leveling his
pistol.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    IV.
Squirrel City
     
    Officer Julia Randall listened to
the police scanner. The city was being overrun by the walking dead, actual
zombies for crying out loud. Whoever heard of such a thing? She listened as
police units called for backup, as positions were overrun. Finally she grabbed
her pistol, zipped up her knee-high boots, and made her way to the precinct.
    Julia entered the precinct to find
people everywhere. Officers were rushing to and fro, some struggling with the
living dead they had picked up earlier before they realized they were in fact
zombies, and not just disorderlies. Julia quickly pulled her pistol and started
shooting the zombies in the head.
    All around the station cops hit
the ground as the shots rang out. Julia unloaded her clip, hitting four
zombies. Five bullets found the mark. Eleven went wild, hitting the wall,
shattering a window, and even hitting one officer in the leg. Once the shots
went quiet the whole station stood in utter silence. Finally the watch chief
stood from behind his desk where he had taken cover when Julia started
shooting.
    “Good god woman,” the commander
said. “Isn’t it bad enough we’re overrun by zombies? Now we gotta worry about
getting shot by one of our own?”
    “Well, I was just . . . you know,
I was . . .”
    “Look Randall, you’re a damn good
cop, but you are one hell of an awful shot. So do us a favor and keep the gun
holstered and let us handle this. Believe it or not we had things under control
before you showed up.”
    Julia looked a little abashed.
“Yeah, okay.”
    “Up to no good as usual, huh
Randall?” Julia turned to see Andrew Wilcox, a SWAT team member.
    “Do you see what’s going on? We’re
overrun; the city’s gone. I’m headin out of town. You should do the same.” With
that Julia turned and left the station behind.
    Julia got in her car and headed
out of town, but she hit