Blood covered the stairwell door-frame, and I leaned against it, looking down the halls of the main level. Zombie corpses littered the floor, but I saw enough swatches of green camouflage in the bodies to know that they weren"t the only fatalities down here.
Even with dead zombies and soldier on the steps, I couldn"t really believe the zombies had made it in this far. I had thought that the infected would be too crazed to formulate a real attack plan. I was probably right about that, but if there were enough zombies charging, then it didn"t really matter how well thought out it was.
The lights on the first floor flashed red. Things looked deserted, so I stepped out into the hall. I noticed movement a few meters down, something crouched on the ground. My stomach turned when I realized it was a zombie gnawing on a dead body.
I raised the gun and pulled the trigger mid-bite. Its head jerked back, blood sprayed, and it collapsed. Sommer screamed, and I cringed. She wasn"t cut out for this, and I wondered if I"d made a mistake letting her come with. I didn"t want to get her – or the rest of us – killed.
“Sommer, maybe you should go back to the room,” I said, looking back at her. “I can"t have you screaming every time something happens.”
“I"m sorry!” Tears welled in her eyes. “Maybe you could give me a warning.”
“As soon as the zombies let me know when they"re about to attack, I"ll make sure to pass the message along to you.”
“They"ll never let me in.” Sommer gestured to herself. Infected blood had gotten on her clothes, and I knew she was right. None of us would be allowed back in that room. The virus was transmitted the same as rabies, through blood and saliva, but people got paranoid whenever they saw zombie blood anywhere.
“You have to be quiet, alright?” I told her as gently as I could. “I don"t want you attracting any more attention than you need to.”
Biting her lip, Sommer nodded quickly, and I turned and walked down the hall. The ground squished under my feet, and I had to look down without really looking. I didn"t want to step on something that would bite me, but I didn"t want to see what we were walking through. I especially didn"t want to see the soldiers. A lot of them had been my friends, and they died trying to protect us.
Gun blasts echoed from around the corner, and I heard men shouting. I took a step back, pressing myself against the wall so I was hidden behind a trophy case. Harlow followed suit, but I had to physically push Sommer to get her back.
Something was happening, and I couldn"t see anything. I just heard a lot of yelling, death groans, and gun fire.
When the guns fell silent, I leaned forward so I could see around the trophy case. About a dozen or more zombies lurched up the stairs. They moved in a pack, something I"d never seen them do before.
But that"s not what made my stomach twist up. They had gotten past whoever was shooting at them, meaning that the soldiers we"d heard yelling were already dead.
“They"re going upstairs!” Harlow whispered frantically. “Everyone is hiding up there!” I pursed my lips but didn"t say anything. The gun felt heavy in my hands. If I fired at them, I might kill one or two, but I couldn"t kill them all. The soldiers hadn"t been a match for them. A couple kids with guns wouldn"t stand a chance.
“They"re going to kill everyone!” Harlow looked at me, and I shook my head. We were lucky they were going upstairs and not down here after us.
“Getting ourselves killed won"t save them,” I said thickly. “Besides, they locked the door. They might be safe.”
Once all of the zombies had disappeared up the stairs, I walked the opposite way down the hall. I didn"t want to hear everyone upstairs dying. And everyone up there was dead. They didn"t have any guns or any real protection. Eventually, the zombies would break down the doors. They always did.
I felt sick but I kept walking, stepping carefully over the bodies. I"d never seen a massacre this bad.
When the virus popped up almost a year ago, it spread like wild fire, but I had never seen so many zombies together. Even the ones that had gotten my mom and dad had only been in a group of three. This had to be hundreds. Something different was happening.
We had to round another corner before we made it to the gym. I heard one gun shot, and then silence. I raised my gun and slowly turned the corner, afraid to find another pack of the infected.
Instead, I saw a single soldier. He stood in the middle of the hall, his gun pointed down at the zombie corpses. He watched to see if they were still alive, and then he killed them if they were.
I lowered my weapon and stepped out.
“Hey!” I announced myself before he shot us.
He turned to me, automatically pointing the rifle at me, and my heart surged. Even at that distance with a gun in front of his face, I"d recognize him anywhere.
“Remy?” Beck asked, sounding just as relieved and surprised as I felt, and he lowered the gun. “What are you doing?”