A Darker Shade of Dead by Bianca D'Arc

spook. He was a phantom.
    Matt took his place at the head of the table, and everyone else seemed to take that as their cue to take their seats. This was the first time he’d had everyone all in one place. It was an eclectic mix of skills and specialties, and Matt was in charge of the whole shebang.
    â€œThank you all for coming.” Matt waited while they settled in. He didn’t have to wait long. “I thought it would be beneficial to get us all together in one place so we can take stock of what we know, what we need to know, and how we’re going to go about learning it. First, let’s start with the background of this mission and how we came to this point. We have some new faces here, so I’m going to start at the beginning and then I’ll ask each of you in turn to add your piece. In fact, Dr. McCormick, you might start with a brief description of your role on the initial scientific team.”
    Sandra McCormick squirmed in her seat as all eyes turned to her. Though she’d been on base at Quantico all through the initial outbreak, Matt had never seen her before a few days ago. She looked nothing at all like her personnel file photo. In fact, in person, she was stunning in an elfin sort of way. Because of her photo he’d been expecting a super geek of indeterminate age. What he’d gotten was a siren with auburn hair, green eyes, and the most seductive tilt to her lips he’d ever seen.
    It was all irrelevant, of course. It was entirely inappropriate to notice how beautiful she was with anything more than calm detachment. Still, the man inside the commanding officer had sat up and taken notice the moment he’d seen her and was reluctant to be silenced. Matt struggled to remain objective around her and failed miserably.
    For all he knew, she could sympathize more than she let on with the rogue scientists who wanted to continue the zombie research. She’d done it herself. She’d gone against orders and continued testing and perfecting her serum to counteract the contagion on her own. That lack of discipline and disrespect for orders from the highest possible authority could be a problem. Matt should view her with suspicion, but anytime he got near her, his objectivity went right out the window. He’d have to be more on guard around her. She could be a danger to his mission, and he had to be wary.
    â€œI was a junior member of the original research team at Quantico,” Sandra began in a soft voice that got stronger as she went along. “The goal of our research was to stimulate cell regeneration in living tissue, to promote faster healing and possible invulnerability. The more senior members of the team decided to take the testing to the next step after we’d done all we could in vitro—testing individual cells in Petri dishes. I don’t know which doctors voted for using cadavers, but it was a majority, and a week later the Marine Corps shipped us several bodies that had been donated to science. Testing began, and the reagent had an unanticipated effect. The corpses reanimated and walked out of the lab in the middle of the night. The next evening, the so-called zombie attacks started.”
    â€œThank you, doctor.” Matt picked up the thread. “At first, the base commander sent out Marines to try to locate the bodies. When the first Marines didn’t come back, they sent out more. Eventually, they called on my group of Navy SEALs. We were doing specialized training in the area and were the closest special ops unit that could be spared. That’s how I got involved. We lost everyone—all the Marines and all my SEALs, except for Simon.” Matt gestured toward the only other navy man in the room.
    â€œI turned out to be immune.” Simon took his cue to pick up the retelling. “After that, I went into the woods each night with the toxin the geeks—sorry, doctor—” Simon sent Sandra a rueful grin but she