almost on top of her, lunging with outstretched arms. She tried to raise the Glock and fire but it slammed into her, and they fell side-by-side.
The thing swiped at her, but she got her arms up and blocked it. She hoisted her legs up and pinned it to the wall. As they struggled and kicked, she managed to plant her foot in its chest, aim the Glock and fire, decorating the wall with its brains.
She stood up, worried that she'd been scratched. She examined her hands, felt her face for any nicks, but found none. Winding up like George would've been horrifying.
There were still zombies to deal with and she crept back to the spot where she'd made her initial stand. She holstered the Glock and picked up the shotgun. There were four of them left and she walked towards them, measuring her breathing. Her eyes locked on each one of them and as they came towards her, she turned them into hamburger. Zombie meat. It's what's for dinner.
She reached the other corner and saw the closed double doors. A woman peered out of the glass, her eyes grew wide, and Liz saw her reach up and unbolt the doors. They swung open to reveal a nurse who looked like she might've been a basketball player at one time. She was wielding a bloody reciprocating saw like a barbarian warrior.
“You doing surgery?” Emma asked.
“I could kiss you right now,” the nurse said.
“I'll take a simple hello.”
“We have other people up here. Can we get out?”
“Don't know. The hospital's been overrun. Show me who's here,” Emma said.
She stepped through the doorway and waited while the nurse, whose name was Rebecca, bolted the doors again. Then they went down the hallway and found two more nurses, a teenage boy, and good old Mom. They had gathered near the nurses' station.
“How are you mom?” Emma asked.
“I'm glad to see you. Are you okay?”
Had to kill my friend when he turned into a zombie, but other than that, I'm okay.
“I'm holding up. Is anyone here hurt?”
“We haven't been hurt by those things , if that's what you mean,” one of the other nurses said. She was slim and olive-skinned, her hair in a long ponytail. Her ID badge indicated her name was Maria.
Emma noticed the blood on Maria's hands. “How'd that happen?”
“I cut one of the bastard's fingers off. Smashed another one's face with a hammer.”
“Where'd you get the tools?” Emma asked.
“They're renovating one of the surgical suites. Thought that would be the best place to get a weapon,” Maria said.
“Nice work, ladies,” Emma said.
“Can you get us out of here? We tried, but the lobby was blocked off.”
“The army's on the way, but I'm not sure when or where they'll arrive,” Emma said.
Rebecca said, “What about the roof? Are they sending a helicopter?”
“Can't bank on that,” Emma said.
Maria said, “We can't stay here. Those doors barely held. If you hadn't showed up, it wouldn't have been much longer before they broke through.”
“Then we're going to have to fight our way out,” Emma said. “You ladies up for it?”
Chapter Sixteen
Rob and the others rode the elevator to the eighth floor. They'd decided to return to Ramsey's offices, lock things down, and wait for the calvary to arrive. Deputy Tim had been in touch with the Army and they were sending a squad in a chopper out to help. Rob hoped they could get here in time.
They reached the eighth floor and stepped off the elevator.
Tim said, “Can you lock the doors?”
“I have keys to the stairwell door. I don't think they'll figure out elevators,” Ramsey said.
“Give me the key,” Tim said. “I'll run and lock the door.”
Ramsey handed Tim the key and he jogged down the hallway to lock the door.
Mary said, “We should wait on the roof for the helicopter.”
“We don't know when and if it'll be here,” Rob
The thing swiped at her, but she got her arms up and blocked it. She hoisted her legs up and pinned it to the wall. As they struggled and kicked, she managed to plant her foot in its chest, aim the Glock and fire, decorating the wall with its brains.
She stood up, worried that she'd been scratched. She examined her hands, felt her face for any nicks, but found none. Winding up like George would've been horrifying.
There were still zombies to deal with and she crept back to the spot where she'd made her initial stand. She holstered the Glock and picked up the shotgun. There were four of them left and she walked towards them, measuring her breathing. Her eyes locked on each one of them and as they came towards her, she turned them into hamburger. Zombie meat. It's what's for dinner.
She reached the other corner and saw the closed double doors. A woman peered out of the glass, her eyes grew wide, and Liz saw her reach up and unbolt the doors. They swung open to reveal a nurse who looked like she might've been a basketball player at one time. She was wielding a bloody reciprocating saw like a barbarian warrior.
“You doing surgery?” Emma asked.
“I could kiss you right now,” the nurse said.
“I'll take a simple hello.”
“We have other people up here. Can we get out?”
“Don't know. The hospital's been overrun. Show me who's here,” Emma said.
She stepped through the doorway and waited while the nurse, whose name was Rebecca, bolted the doors again. Then they went down the hallway and found two more nurses, a teenage boy, and good old Mom. They had gathered near the nurses' station.
“How are you mom?” Emma asked.
“I'm glad to see you. Are you okay?”
Had to kill my friend when he turned into a zombie, but other than that, I'm okay.
“I'm holding up. Is anyone here hurt?”
“We haven't been hurt by those things , if that's what you mean,” one of the other nurses said. She was slim and olive-skinned, her hair in a long ponytail. Her ID badge indicated her name was Maria.
Emma noticed the blood on Maria's hands. “How'd that happen?”
“I cut one of the bastard's fingers off. Smashed another one's face with a hammer.”
“Where'd you get the tools?” Emma asked.
“They're renovating one of the surgical suites. Thought that would be the best place to get a weapon,” Maria said.
“Nice work, ladies,” Emma said.
“Can you get us out of here? We tried, but the lobby was blocked off.”
“The army's on the way, but I'm not sure when or where they'll arrive,” Emma said.
Rebecca said, “What about the roof? Are they sending a helicopter?”
“Can't bank on that,” Emma said.
Maria said, “We can't stay here. Those doors barely held. If you hadn't showed up, it wouldn't have been much longer before they broke through.”
“Then we're going to have to fight our way out,” Emma said. “You ladies up for it?”
Chapter Sixteen
Rob and the others rode the elevator to the eighth floor. They'd decided to return to Ramsey's offices, lock things down, and wait for the calvary to arrive. Deputy Tim had been in touch with the Army and they were sending a squad in a chopper out to help. Rob hoped they could get here in time.
They reached the eighth floor and stepped off the elevator.
Tim said, “Can you lock the doors?”
“I have keys to the stairwell door. I don't think they'll figure out elevators,” Ramsey said.
“Give me the key,” Tim said. “I'll run and lock the door.”
Ramsey handed Tim the key and he jogged down the hallway to lock the door.
Mary said, “We should wait on the roof for the helicopter.”
“We don't know when and if it'll be here,” Rob
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