“No! Look, we have to do something, or they’re going to send every one of those things they have down here. Haven’t you figured it out yet? They’re coming for me. We’re wasting time—-just give me a gun!”
“Wait,” Harelip said, as if the door wasn’t rumbling open while they spoke. Already a half-dead had shoved one foot and part of its hip through the door. It was getting caught on its stab-proof vest, but at any second it would come lurching through, into the SHU where Caxton waited all but defenseless. “You’re saying that if I give you to them, they’ll leave the rest of us alone?”
Caxton’s heart skipped a beat.
“You’re a prison guard,” she said, finally.
“Yeah,” Harelip replied.
“That means you’re supposed to guard people. Not let them come to harm.”
“Uh-huh,” Harelip said.
Caxton shook her head. There was no time for this. “You fight them off—I’ll yank the cable,” she said, and ran toward the guard post.
At least this time Harelip didn’t argue. She moved to the door and slammed her baton against the head of the half-dead coming through the door. An arm holding a knife scythed down toward her, and she jumped back.
Inside the post Caxton dove under the control board and saw the PVC pipe Harelip had mentioned. It ran from the underside of the board down to the floor. It rattled slightly when she pulled at it, but didn’t come free. She could try to kick it free, but without any shoes on she’d probably just break her foot. She needed something to pry it loose with.
She spared a tenth of a second to glance over at the door. It was open nearly a foot wide now, more than enough for a half-dead to slip through. Harelip swung her baton and danced around knives, desperately trying to hold them back. Caxton needed to get the door closed immediately.
The chair that sat inside the guard post was made of wood. She picked it up and bashed it against the Lexan wall of the post and it shattered. Grabbing one chair leg, she ducked under the control board again and got the leg behind the pipe. With enough leverage, and the right angle—
The pipe snapped in half. A dozen thick cables in white plastic insulation were revealed inside. They were all the same, as far as she could tell. There was no way to know which one to yank. If she pulled the wrong one, she might cut power to the guard post, and then she would never get the door closed.
There was no other option. By the door Harelip was striking faster and faster, but she already had a bad cut on one ear and the side of her stab-proof vest was sliced open. It could protect her from a direct thrust, but slicing blows would eventually take it to pieces and then she’d have no protection at all. Caxton grabbed a cable at random and pulled. It came loose easily enough, but she couldn’t tell what effect it might have had. With one palm she slammed the red emergency lockdown button on the console.
Nothing happened.
“Okay,” Caxton breathed, and pulled another cable, then hit the button again.
Nothing.
“Come on!” she squealed, and pulled three of them at once. Then she slammed the button.
The buzzer sounded, and the door stopped opening. Then, slowly, far too slowly, it started to close again.
Caxton ran over to the door and nearly got brained by Harelip’s whirling baton. A half-dead was reaching in, trying to grab Harelip by the strap of her vest. Caxton grabbed the dead bastard’s arm and pulled it hard in the wrong direction. It snapped. The half-dead screamed.
Another one tried to get its foot inside the door, a big foot in a thick, steel-toed boot. Caxton grabbed the leg behind the ankle and pulled, hard, knocking the half-dead off its balance.
Harelip brought the end of her baton down hard on a half-dead’s head. The skull split open like a rotten melon. And then—