said Evelyn.
"Yeah. He was my sponsor when I checked in to the unit forever ago. Since then, we have been real good friends. And if there was anyone that would be able to help us out of this situation . . . or even just shine a little bit of light on the subject, it would be him."
"I'm sorry, Peter," said Evelyn with a tender embrace.
No time for sadness. It's time to get to work, Pete.
"Thanks," I said, trying to shake off the emotion. "Whatever that thing is, it looks like it's not the only one. I see at least four more of them on the other tables. I'm guessing the whole team went out into the woods to test the latest one. That’s why we haven’t seen anyone yet. I wish that dickhead Cliff would have let us know before we risked our asses to get in here."
"That seems to make the most sense to me. So what do we do about it now?" Evelyn seemed to feel the need to rush to find her father. Maybe it was just adrenaline pumping through her due to the gunfight outside.
"I know you can hear just as well as I that there is a battle going on just above us, so we should use our time here wisely and see what else might have been going on down here. I'm going to start off by seeing what's down this hallway," I said, heading toward the darkness.
"And I thought you were an idiot for coming down here in the first place. Now look at you. You’re just full of grand ideas, aren't you?" grumbled Carolina.
"You're right, Carolina. You ladies can wait right here. I'll go see what's going on by myself."
I headed down the hall with the only source of light. I was only slightly surprised to find that the girls followed close behind.
Pointing my light straight down the hallway, it looked like I’d entered a prison block. This part of the school definitely matched what the outside would leave you expecting to find. There were cells all the way down on both sides of the corridor, as far as I could tell. All except for the first door on my left, that is. This door looked like it may have once belonged to a janitor’s closet. I opened it slowly. I figured that it seemed safe enough, since there were no sounds from inside, so I opened the door a little further and headed in.
When I poked my light in the little room it lit up, and I could tell that it must have been the ammunition supply room of the block. There were stacks of full .556 and .762 magazines for the rifles and 9mm magazines for the pistols. Awesome! There were also flak jackets, Kevlar helmets, and various other types of ammunition that wasn't right for our gear, but I just ignored that stuff as I filled my backpack with the proper items. I also grabbed a stretch of rope that was coiled up on the wall, because you never can be too prepared.
It looked like there must be some sort of military affiliation with this research team; or at least there must have been at some point in time. This must be bigger than I’d imagined.
I ejected my magazine with the incendiary rounds in favor of the more plentiful ball rounds, which would be much safer indoors. I put the ejected mag into my cargo pocket for easy access later.
It was time to see what was in all of these cells. We exited the janitor's closet/armory and turned back into the hall. No way they had this many prisoners inside of this small camp. I turned my rifle towards the first cell to illuminate it.
Zombie...
"Really? Do you see what happens when you start with that politically correct bullshit? Things like this shouldn't be in here. They should be far from that which they would like to feast upon: Us living humans!" I stated to the once Zombie Rights Activist, Evelyn.
"I don't think this is a political statement, Peter. I
think this is a part of their experiments. Look at them. They aren't snapping at us or trying to get at us in any way. It's like they've been tamed. Maybe they've found a way to stop or even cure them!" Evelyn was grinning from ear to ear, clearly excited at her father’s work, as we continued down
"Yeah. He was my sponsor when I checked in to the unit forever ago. Since then, we have been real good friends. And if there was anyone that would be able to help us out of this situation . . . or even just shine a little bit of light on the subject, it would be him."
"I'm sorry, Peter," said Evelyn with a tender embrace.
No time for sadness. It's time to get to work, Pete.
"Thanks," I said, trying to shake off the emotion. "Whatever that thing is, it looks like it's not the only one. I see at least four more of them on the other tables. I'm guessing the whole team went out into the woods to test the latest one. That’s why we haven’t seen anyone yet. I wish that dickhead Cliff would have let us know before we risked our asses to get in here."
"That seems to make the most sense to me. So what do we do about it now?" Evelyn seemed to feel the need to rush to find her father. Maybe it was just adrenaline pumping through her due to the gunfight outside.
"I know you can hear just as well as I that there is a battle going on just above us, so we should use our time here wisely and see what else might have been going on down here. I'm going to start off by seeing what's down this hallway," I said, heading toward the darkness.
"And I thought you were an idiot for coming down here in the first place. Now look at you. You’re just full of grand ideas, aren't you?" grumbled Carolina.
"You're right, Carolina. You ladies can wait right here. I'll go see what's going on by myself."
I headed down the hall with the only source of light. I was only slightly surprised to find that the girls followed close behind.
Pointing my light straight down the hallway, it looked like I’d entered a prison block. This part of the school definitely matched what the outside would leave you expecting to find. There were cells all the way down on both sides of the corridor, as far as I could tell. All except for the first door on my left, that is. This door looked like it may have once belonged to a janitor’s closet. I opened it slowly. I figured that it seemed safe enough, since there were no sounds from inside, so I opened the door a little further and headed in.
When I poked my light in the little room it lit up, and I could tell that it must have been the ammunition supply room of the block. There were stacks of full .556 and .762 magazines for the rifles and 9mm magazines for the pistols. Awesome! There were also flak jackets, Kevlar helmets, and various other types of ammunition that wasn't right for our gear, but I just ignored that stuff as I filled my backpack with the proper items. I also grabbed a stretch of rope that was coiled up on the wall, because you never can be too prepared.
It looked like there must be some sort of military affiliation with this research team; or at least there must have been at some point in time. This must be bigger than I’d imagined.
I ejected my magazine with the incendiary rounds in favor of the more plentiful ball rounds, which would be much safer indoors. I put the ejected mag into my cargo pocket for easy access later.
It was time to see what was in all of these cells. We exited the janitor's closet/armory and turned back into the hall. No way they had this many prisoners inside of this small camp. I turned my rifle towards the first cell to illuminate it.
Zombie...
"Really? Do you see what happens when you start with that politically correct bullshit? Things like this shouldn't be in here. They should be far from that which they would like to feast upon: Us living humans!" I stated to the once Zombie Rights Activist, Evelyn.
"I don't think this is a political statement, Peter. I
think this is a part of their experiments. Look at them. They aren't snapping at us or trying to get at us in any way. It's like they've been tamed. Maybe they've found a way to stop or even cure them!" Evelyn was grinning from ear to ear, clearly excited at her father’s work, as we continued down
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