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this stupid club!” Phil had never heard this side of Mr. Harrison, so he was quick to be afraid of the old man.
    There was a concrete trash can blocking the path of the door. Once used as a doorstop, it now became a deathtrap. “Push!” the men said together.
    “Quick! He’s coming!” a voice said through the small glass window.
    “One more time! Heave!”Phil shouted.
    “Daddy! They’re coming from upstairs!” Paul shouted as he pulled on his father’s shirt. Braced against the door and pushing with their feet, Phil and Harrison looked up to see the bobbing heads in the darkness coming down the stairs from a few floors up.
    “Ah! Fuck!” Phil said as he and Harrison pushed the hunk of concrete out of the door’s path.
    Instantly a handful of people came flooding from the other side of the door. “Move it back!” a woman’s voice rang out! “He’s coming!”
    “Fuck him! Run! Garage! Now!” Phil exclaimed as he was out of breath.
    “Daddy!” Paul shouted as he was being carried away in the flood of people running down the stairs. Harrison slammed the door as he witnessed human shadows walking through the hallways covered in blood and stumbling toward the door. Instantly a bloody hand with long fingernails slammed against the glass window. The creature forced itself against the door and tried to look through the door window.

Second Base
    Chapter 13
    Monday 1300 CST
    Kentucky
    J eff blinked his eyes a couple of times. His jaw hurt, but less than his neck from the position he was lying in. “What is your operation?” He heard someone say. He looked over to find Henry holding a bottle of water to Jeff.
    “Ugh. Ugh. I…wrote a program that backs all the military data onto servers at another location.” Jeff said as he sat up, massaging his jaw.
    “Sweet action, man,” Henry responded.
    “What are you doing here?” Jeff asked.
    “Situational Causality. They needed air support but didn’t want to alert the population,” Henry said tapping the controller of his modular.
    “What the fuck does that mean? Why did you blow those people up? What the fuck is going on here? Is this a coup d’état ?” Jeff’s voice began to crack.
    “Shut up. We’re being attacked. Now shut up, and sit still!” The man in the beret barked from the front seat.
    “Hey, fuck you, man…what do you mean we’re being attacked?” Jeff’s tone changed.
    “Look out the window,” Henry commented. Jeff turned to look out the window he was facing. He watched as they drove across alleyways watching people being attacked or eaten. Sometimes, the one called Collins would open fire from the SAW mounted on the roof. The two Humvees turned and went down a long path. Jeff continued to look out the window and not make any sound.
    “This is Mobile 1. Base 2, come in,” the man in the beret called over the radio.
    “Mobile 1, this is Base 2. What’s your ETA?”
    “Base 2, about ten minutes. Is that friendly traffic we see?”
    “Roger that Mobile 1. Civilians are flocking to this location. We are screening them and expanding the concrete borders. Copy.” The conversation ended with static.
    “Welcome to Base 2,” the beret said. Jeff and Henry both leaned against the glass to see a line of vehicles as they passed under the gate that held the name “Fort Knox.”

The Garage
    Chapter 14
    Monday 1059 EST
    Philadelphia
    P hil ran toward the screams of his son. His football pads were clanking with each heavy step. “Paul!” Harrison was left holding the door against the head forcing its way through. He found the golf club he had laid against the wall. With his body against the railing and his foot on the door, he watched as the bodies began to fall down the staircase. Mr. Harrison picked up the golf club, aimed it at the creature’s head like a samurai about to decapitate his enemy. He swung the golf club overhead until the creature stopped moaning. With his feat of adrenaline, Harrison wedged the door open with the