in that room since that day. And since that day almost seven years ago I have pondered the mystery of that void in the wall. No one seems to know much about it. Either that or they won’t tell me. My guess is the tunnel leads across to West Franklin Street where the old dispatch and administrative offices were. Assuming this is the case, it would get us away from here and the hoard it has drawn. Hopefully, Franklin Street is a little quieter. If we make it that far, we’ll take it from there. Either way, it will get us away from here.” A moment of silent contemplation followed as we continued down the quiet basement hall. Brad broke the silence, “Are we sure this building will be secure? If it’s not we could be walking into trouble.” His question was rhetorical of course; a step in any direction would lead us to trouble. “Look at it this way,” Lance said, “at least the workout will give us a little more muscle and make for a better meal. I say fuck it. At least we would be going out fighting.” Leave it to Lance it use his dry Texas humor in the face of certain death. Brad and I nodded in agreement as we reached our target door. I removed the master keyset from my jacket pocket and found what I thought to be the correct key. We shared a collective sigh as I fit the key into the knob and it worked. We had finally reached the pinnacle of high blood pressure. Then I opened the door. Boxes. Fucking boxes. Evidently I was the only one who remembered the subterranean escape route. For God only knows how long, the room had been used as a dump site for what looked like anything they could find. You couldn’t even see the back wall past all the clutter. “Well damn,” Lance said, “it looks like we’re gonna get more of a workout than we thought. By the time we reach the back of the room we should be all sweaty and delicious!” “Thanks asshole,” Brad said as we each grabbed the nearest box.
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1640 hours:
A pin drop would have been deafening in that moment when Lance moved a box and behind it was blackness. After what seemed like forever, the entrance to the tunnel revealed itself to us. The task before us was daunting to say the least. Any certainty we had in this newly uncertain world would disappear the second we passed the event horizon into darkness. Our bodies were exhausted from moving several years’ worth of storage items into the hall behind us. Our minds were even more drained from watching the world collapse around us in the days leading to this moment. I had the idea of moving everything to block the hall that led upstairs. This wasn’t to further condemn the coworkers locked in headquarters, but to try and save them. It was fair to assume we were the only ones who knew about the escape route. The worst case scenario was that we went through the other end of the tunnel and the infected were waiting for us. If that happened, they would likely make their way through the tunnel after finishing with the three of us. I wasn’t about to fill half of Police Headquarters with the infected just waiting to be released into populated areas. Even though I had little hope for those left, I wasn’t going to condemn them from below. At least clogging the hallway with boxes would create a physical barrier. I don’t think the zombies possessed the higher thought or physical stamina required for moving boxes like we did. If I could barely move the mound of boxes then it was unlikely a walking corpse could do any better. A few minutes later we had the opening cleared enough for us to get through, each with our own survival bags. Lance had his duty flashlight, Brad had a keychain light that did the job, and I had an LED flashlight I brought with me in my pack. Strategically, we should have gone lights-off. However, the ever-present and undeniable element of fear combined with the unfamiliar environment made flashlights a must. I had no idea how long the tunnel was. It was cramped;