evening. The sun was setting, and soon it would be dark. I ran from the slim opening of the doorway into the open and sprinted for one of the police cars. Trying the door, I found that it was locked. Several of the other cars were also locked.
Dammit! This may not have been a great idea. I looked back toward the gray steel door behind which Pam was standing guard. Everything looked to be okay, so I approached the ambulance. It was open!
I searched the inside of the cab for keys and was pleased to find that they were actually hidden up in the visor. Yes! We should be able to get rolling soon. I slipped the key into the ignition, turned, and the engine roared to life!
We were in business!
I backed the ambulance up to the roll-up doors, left the engine running and hopped out. The sprint to the gray steel door was a short one. I gave Pam the requisite knock and pulled the handle. But to my surprise the door was very much still locked in place.
Oh no! Pam! My mind raced! What was wrong? Why hadn’t she answered? Trying to stay calm, I knocked again – this time whispering for her “Pam, are you there? Open up, it’s me – Byron.” My voice was becoming raspy.
There was still no answer after a few more moments. I’d taken too long! There was something wrong – perhaps the creatures had gotten in.
No! I couldn’t think of the worst. I had to do something to help Pam!
I knocked again. Still nothing. Maybe I could work my way around the side of the building. Or, maybe I could force the door open. I looked around to find something to force the door with. Maybe there was something in the ambulance!
I jogged back over and rifled through the various shelves, and cabinets in the back of the ambulance. I cheered out loud. There was a crowbar in the ambulance! Stepping out of the cab, my spirits took a serious blow as I saw a pair of creatures pounding on the same gray steel door through which I needed to pass to rescue Pam!
Chapter 9
The great thing about crowbars, as many unfortunate mugging victims in places like Newark have known, was that they have many uses. They could be used innocently for prying things apart, they could be used for breaking and entering, or, they could be used to deliver a healthy dose of attitude adjustment. This was also known as delivering whoop-ass!
I moved as quietly as I could while winding up with the crowbar. The pair of creatures who’d taken up residence outside the back door to the morgue had been making such a racket that they couldn’t hear me coming. Releasing the tension in my torso I swung at one of their heads with all my stored power. The result was that the creature’s head popped like a dropped light bulb. As the crowbar followed through the broken skull pieces of flesh and bone spattered the adjacent beast.
While the first creature fell to the concrete steps the second one turned toward me. However, its milky eyes never had an opportunity to fix upon me as I carried the momentum of my great swing which felled his companion into an arcing blow that came crashing down and cleaved his skull in two.
Both of my foes were dead! Well, I guess defeated would be a better word. Let’s just suffice it to say that I no longer had to concern myself with them.
I jammed my weapon into the doorframe and pried the steel door open. Inside the morgue the lights were out again. My body was no longer stiff. The air was thick with the smell of blood. Before even seeing that our makeshift barrier on the other side of the room had been breeched I knew that the creatures were in the room. I could smell the officer’s blood.
At least, I hoped it was the officer’s blood.
I felt the burning sensation rise in my throat again at the smell and had to hold my breath. Pam was nowhere to be seen. But, something I did see tipped me off to where she was. There was a congregation of creatures near the far left wall.
That had to be where Pam was! These damn things wouldn’t be there if there was no
Dammit! This may not have been a great idea. I looked back toward the gray steel door behind which Pam was standing guard. Everything looked to be okay, so I approached the ambulance. It was open!
I searched the inside of the cab for keys and was pleased to find that they were actually hidden up in the visor. Yes! We should be able to get rolling soon. I slipped the key into the ignition, turned, and the engine roared to life!
We were in business!
I backed the ambulance up to the roll-up doors, left the engine running and hopped out. The sprint to the gray steel door was a short one. I gave Pam the requisite knock and pulled the handle. But to my surprise the door was very much still locked in place.
Oh no! Pam! My mind raced! What was wrong? Why hadn’t she answered? Trying to stay calm, I knocked again – this time whispering for her “Pam, are you there? Open up, it’s me – Byron.” My voice was becoming raspy.
There was still no answer after a few more moments. I’d taken too long! There was something wrong – perhaps the creatures had gotten in.
No! I couldn’t think of the worst. I had to do something to help Pam!
I knocked again. Still nothing. Maybe I could work my way around the side of the building. Or, maybe I could force the door open. I looked around to find something to force the door with. Maybe there was something in the ambulance!
I jogged back over and rifled through the various shelves, and cabinets in the back of the ambulance. I cheered out loud. There was a crowbar in the ambulance! Stepping out of the cab, my spirits took a serious blow as I saw a pair of creatures pounding on the same gray steel door through which I needed to pass to rescue Pam!
Chapter 9
The great thing about crowbars, as many unfortunate mugging victims in places like Newark have known, was that they have many uses. They could be used innocently for prying things apart, they could be used for breaking and entering, or, they could be used to deliver a healthy dose of attitude adjustment. This was also known as delivering whoop-ass!
I moved as quietly as I could while winding up with the crowbar. The pair of creatures who’d taken up residence outside the back door to the morgue had been making such a racket that they couldn’t hear me coming. Releasing the tension in my torso I swung at one of their heads with all my stored power. The result was that the creature’s head popped like a dropped light bulb. As the crowbar followed through the broken skull pieces of flesh and bone spattered the adjacent beast.
While the first creature fell to the concrete steps the second one turned toward me. However, its milky eyes never had an opportunity to fix upon me as I carried the momentum of my great swing which felled his companion into an arcing blow that came crashing down and cleaved his skull in two.
Both of my foes were dead! Well, I guess defeated would be a better word. Let’s just suffice it to say that I no longer had to concern myself with them.
I jammed my weapon into the doorframe and pried the steel door open. Inside the morgue the lights were out again. My body was no longer stiff. The air was thick with the smell of blood. Before even seeing that our makeshift barrier on the other side of the room had been breeched I knew that the creatures were in the room. I could smell the officer’s blood.
At least, I hoped it was the officer’s blood.
I felt the burning sensation rise in my throat again at the smell and had to hold my breath. Pam was nowhere to be seen. But, something I did see tipped me off to where she was. There was a congregation of creatures near the far left wall.
That had to be where Pam was! These damn things wouldn’t be there if there was no
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