Zombie Theorem (Book 2): The Siege by James Wallace

this.”
    “Don’t say that, you are going to jinx our next fight with these things.”
    He flipped me off, brought his gun back to his shoulder, and stalked away. I took off the safety from the MP5, chambered a round, brought it to my shoulder, and followed Brian. We encountered no more zombies and went up a small rise to hide behind some trees just across the street from the building and truck sitting in the parking lot. Brian clicked on his radio, “Dan and Brian in position. Over.”
    “Roger, we are all in position now. We will wait on Senshi to take out the guards and clear us to move. Over,” Kuppers answered over the radio.
    We hunkered down, and I swept to the right of the truck with my gun as Brian swept to the left. A shot ran out, and the front windshield of the truck exploded in. Quickly, two more shots rang out. Then Senshi’s voice came over the radio, “All clear, I will cover the front door as you all move in. Over.”
    Brian tapped me on the shoulder and then got to his feet and rushed across the street with his barrel up, covering the left side of the building. I jumped to my feet and copied Brian’s movements, but covered to the right. We met at the corner of the building, and Brian pointed to the windows and motioned for me to cover them as he made entrance.
    I swiveled my barrel over and watched as Brian opened the door and made entrance. I stayed behind him and followed inside. We cleared the large dining room. The tables sat with tablecloths and full settings. No one appeared. We made entry into the only room offered to us off the dining room. The area was small with a small sink rack of cups and a soda fountain. We cleared it quickly, since it was barely big enough for both us to stand in at the same time. The next set of doors ended up being swivel doors that could open in or out. Brian motioned for me to stand back. He got on his knees and pulled one of the doors slowly toward him just enough so he could see into the room. Two rounds punched into the door above his head. Brian reacted quickly, pulled the door all the way open, and rolled through them. I dropped to my knees and waited for Brian to call me in. I heard three quick shots, and then something fell to the door. I waited another second, and was about to move inside, when Brian appeared at the door and waved me in.
    I walked in and covered the Kitchen while Brian made his way through, clearing behind countertops and stoves. He motioned me forward, and I moved up and followed him to the end of the kitchen to a large stainless door. He reached out and grabbed the door. I moved to the side and raised my rifle to be able to fire inside once he opened it. Brian pulled the door quickly, and I stepped forward ready to fire. A man, dressed in dirty jeans and a red flannel shirt, stood inside shaking badly. I looked at his hands, and he raised them quickly to signal that they were empty. Brian reached in, pulled the man out, and threw him onto the ground. Brian zip tied the man’s hands behind his back tightly and sat on his legs. I stood there covering the man. Brian took a handgun from the man’s waistband and a knife from a scabbard on his belt. He put them into one of his many cargo pockets on his pants. He then zip tied the man’s ankles together and looked around the kitchen. I spied a kitchen towel, took it off a counter, and tossed it at Brian. He used it as a gag and shoved it into the man’s mouth. Using a roll of duct tape, he wound it around the man’s mouth, keeping the towel secured.
    We left the man and worked our way into another dining room. Once we walked out, a burst of automatic fire punched holes in the wall to our left. We reacted without thinking and dove to the right behind an eating counter. The gunfire shifted and punched into the counter top. I kept my head down and watched as Brian crawled further down the open space. A lull came in the fire and he popped up and fired a short burst into the dining room. When he