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get as far away as possible, but weakness of muscles and fatigue of her terrible out of shape cardiovascular system took over. That, and the dead ones were everywhere! All the hell over the place. Not really inside the building. They didn’t seem that interested in it as long as she stayed quiet, but she’d had to sneak up to the terminal building past maybe a dozen of the dead ones.
    They were frightening to watch. Once Kala had secured herself inside the lounge, she watched through the large plate glass windows. The dead - they were in so many ways zombies, but also not. They didn’t vocalize like humans, instead using grunts and yells and groans, that was zombie-like, but their movement was not. She watched a large man with a tank top and baggy shorts shuffle forward out away from the airport, his movements were slow and looked confused. Then, in a snap, he had ducked down, and was peering to the right and the left. He would lift his head into the air, raising his nostrils as high as he could. After several minutes he would continue his slow shuffle, only now in a different direction.
    “These don’t seem the same as the ones I saw months ago,” she said to herself. “They have mutated. Maybe, I don’t know.” The behavior reminded her of a deer observed in the wild. A deer will follow a path and forage and eat. Without warning though, the deer's head will snap up, looking around for predators. It always felt like they were looking for her, there, waiting with her bow. Only these creatures were looking for prey, not predators. Weren't they?
    All of the food with any substance had rotted in the hot airport. Unlike the hangar where she had been housed, the airport was too large for an emergency battery backup to power its lights and refrigerators. She found scores of candy bars, which she crammed down her throat with abandon. There was bottled water and cans of pineapple juice behind the bar, which she used to rinse down the chocolate, that was so sweet it burned her throat as it went down.
    Now she was paying for it. With cramps that would have rivaled her worst menstrual day, she hobbled to find a bathroom. Thank god the lounge had its own. The toilets might even flush, since they were based on pressure, not power.
    When she emerged, she felt drained, deflated, but the cramps had subsided. She shuffled over to the bar and mixed a glass of pineapple juice with water and drank it down, wincing at the acidity against her sore throat. “I’ve got to get out of here.”
    She stood up to the windows, watching the dead ones. She'd watched them for an hour last night, before sleep finally claimed her, but she had divined no pattern as of yet. She felt like it was there, beneath the surface, but she had yet to make that breakthrough. Kala carefully exited the lounge, and seeing no one in the large corridor, slipped three stores down to the luggage shop, where yuppies could buy bags that were extremely overpriced.
    She picked out a backpack that looked rugged and had comfortable padding on the straps, then retreated back to the lounge. She filled the bag with bottles of water and candy bars, also a plastic jar of roasted peanuts. In a pinch, they would provide her with both protein and sodium. There was a paring knife in one of the bar cabinets that was too small to be terribly useful, but she grabbed it anyway, and stuffed it in. The bag was heavy on her back and she reminded herself that she was still weak, and that she wouldn’t be able to run fast with it on. No matter, it’s time to go . She took a last look out the window, saw the dead ones still doing their nonsensical dance, then exited the lounge for good, her fire axe held in both hands.
    No sooner had she left the lounge than something big came swinging at her face. Kala ducked and a chair smashed into the wall behind her. Her duck turned into a dive as the weight of her pack forced her onto the ground, just as a foot smashed over her. Her attacker’s foot