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with the dead officer’s blood and it was likely his odor that had driven these moving piles of dead flesh into frenzy. In a moment one of them was on top of me, trying to claw his way past me to get to Pam. I tried to push him off me, but he was strong. And, I had to admit that I was a little timid when it came to putting my hands near his snapping jaws. The second one, a female, tried to push past me as well and the third was coming to join the fray!
    “Pam, run!” I yelled at her, pushing her through the doorway between the foyer and the processing room. As she took off toward the hallway and the morgue beyond I heard her yell back at me, “their heads…” But, what did she mean?
    The creatures were snapping at me like I too was full of warm blood. It wasn’t until I looked at my hands that I realized that I had some of the officer’s blood on me also. It was only a small amount, but it was enough to send them crazy.
    I shoved hard at the one grappling with me. To my surprise, he was moved quite easily by my force – almost like I was throwing a rag doll across the room. The female filled the void he had occupied almost instantly and wrapped her hands around my right arm.
    In response to her grasp I curled my arm and spun her into me, wrapping my right arm around her neck. I grabbed her head with both hands and twisted it quickly, like I had seen done in so many war movies where the hero breaks his enemy’s neck. To my surprise, the move worked much better than I could ever have guessed. The woman’s head came clear off! The corpse dropped instantly!
    Aha! That’s what Pam meant. Their weakness is in their heads! Sever the head from the body and the corpse is just that – a lifeless pile of meat.
    I was prepared for the third attacker. He lunged at me with the intensity of a rabid dog. I turned my body sideways to feint his attack while raising my arms in case I needed to block. However, I had miscalculated the direction and intent of his attack. He was not looking to grapple. No. He was looking to bite!
    The creature, for I do not wish to acknowledge that such a thing as a zombie may truly exist, sank its sharp human teeth into my right forearm and held on like a pit-bull in a dog fight. I yanked away from him with great force, and only managed to pull him off his feet. The unfortunate result was that he dropped to his knees and pulled me downward with him.
    He refused to relinquish his grasp on my flesh, so in exchange for his reluctance I rained down unrelentingly upon his head with my left fist trying to turn his white dead flesh into a pulpy mash. But, still the teeth did not release. I looked around for something with which I could beat this creature. However, there was nothing handy.
    I continued my barrage on the creature’s head and kept flailing about to dislodge it from my arm. Though, with my attention focused on this attacker I missed several others that slipped past and into the room beyond. This negligence of mine was brought fully to my attention as I heard an earsplitting shriek from the neighboring room. I knew at once that it was Pam and she was in danger.
    I no longer had the time or patience to be dealing with this foe! I rushed forward, forcing my opponent onto his back and stomped my feet onto his chest while straightening my back to stand upright. The effect was exactly what I was searching for. The creature’s head came clean from its shoulders. As the two pieces of meat separated I could feel the teeth relinquish their grip and the head fell to the ground.
    My arm burned at the location of the bite wound. It was a burn just like the one I had been feeling through the remainder of my body since I awoke. Only, this burn was slightly more intensified. I opened and squeezed my fingers – everything seemed to be working appropriately. I had no loss of mobility or use in either my hand or arm.
    I turned and rushed down the hallway to find Pam only to hear the door to the morgue slam shut.