The Demented Z (Book 1):The Demented

The Demented Z (Book 1):The Demented by Derek J Thomas

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of erratic, stumbling
undead were working their way down the corridor, likely drawn by the gunfire.
    “That’s
too many. I only have a little lead left.” Hank said.
    Tom
turned away from the monitor, looking down at Security Guy. “They are much
slower, but seem unaffected by body shots. We need more firepower.” He turned
toward Hank. “Just down the corridor is the entrance to the gun exhibit.”
    “I’m
with you, how we gonna get there?”
    On
the monitor, the undead were already beginning to cluster in the hall outside
their door. Unable to pinpoint where the noise came from, they slowly spread
out, meandering aimlessly. Rachael watched as they occasionally bumped into
each other, and then continued on in a different direction. “It’s like
chemistry class, where they show how gas molecules bounce around chaotically."
    Walking
toward the door, Tom looked through the opening, and said, “Let’s see what's
behind the other two doors in this short hall.”
    Standing
in the middle of the hall with a door to each side, Hank said, “Contestants,
would you like what’s behind door number one or door number two”?
    Not
amused, Tom reached for one of the door handles. “Just cover me.”
    Leatherman
in one hand, he twisted the door handle with the other and swung the door
inward. Inside was a small lounge room, with a table in the center and vending
machines, microwave, and coffee pot along one wall. With empty stomachs, they
all eyed the vending machine full of candy bars and little bags of chips.
    “Let’s
check the other door first.” Tom said.
    With
some grumbling from both Rachael and Hank, the trio went across the hall to the
other door. Opening the door out into the hall, they discovered a small
utility closet. Inside hung a bunch of security uniforms and jackets. Below
those sat a mid-sized safe.
    Tom
began digging through the jackets. “How much you want to bet what we really
need is in that safe?”
    Continuing
to look through the jackets as well as pants pockets, he came up with three
magazines for his pistol. Holding them up he said, “I'd also bet that’s
against policy. Behind the desk is another Glock. If we make our shots count
we have enough.”
    After
a candy binge and some ammo re-arrangement, Tom and Hank kneeled in the
security room entrance, pistols pointing down the small hallway. Rachael
turned to make sure they were ready, and then opened the door to the service
corridor. Not looking to see what lay beyond, she turned and ran down the
short hall, squeezing between the boys. Shots rang out as they began firing
rhythmically down the hall, taking turns to avoid wasting shots on the same
targets.
    Rachael
scooped up the rifle, and used the desk as a rest to aim down the hall. She did
not fire any shots, instead waiting, in case one of the boys ran out of ammo or
had their pistol jam. Trying to stay calm and breath as evenly as possible, the
reticle in her scope still vibrated with her shaking. She watched as one
undead after another entered through the doorway, only to be blasted and added
to the mounting pile of bodies.
    After
a couple minutes of firing, no undead appeared in the opening. Neither Hank nor
Tom ever needed to switch to their half loaded magazine lying in front of them.
    “Loading!”
Tom said while dropping his magazine. He quickly moved the last couple rounds
to his spare magazine and jammed it back into his Glock. “Ready.”
    Hank
shouted “Loading” as well and began the same procedure Tom had just finished.
Part way through his reload another undead stepped into the doorway and Tom
dispatched it with a single round to the forehead. A couple seconds later, Hank
shouted “Ready.”
    Both
of them breathed a sigh and stood when they heard Rachael yell from behind
them, “Hall is clear.” She was back at the desk looking at one of the security
monitors. Repeatedly clicking the mouse, she cycled through all the camera
feeds a few times. “I think we’re in the

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