Dead Sector: Miami: The James' Strain

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Authors: Drake Romero
braces. Fuck. The emo kid was not in the stairwell-he was in the lobby. The third zombie we left in the stairwell was the …
     
    “Help me,” Anne says. The man in the suit has grabbed her from behind.  He has his teeth sunk into her neck and is ripping out the flesh. Blood sprays the floor and the two of them tumble to the ground. I go to act, but Katrina grabs my wrist and pulls me back. From the stairwell comes more zombies.  It is full of them. The book case did not hold.  Four more of them are on top of Anne. They are biting her and ripping at her with their hands.  She still has the gun in her hand, but there is a zombie on that arm.  She is looking at me in the eyes, but I don’t know how to help. She is screaming and the man in the suit sinks his teeth into her mouth. He bites hard and comes back holding a portion of her lip in his teeth.  He swallows and goes in or another bite. Her screams grow louder. One of the zombie has his hands inside her stomach. He is pulling out her insides and eating them.  We all stand there motionless, until we don’t.
     
    I pull away from Katrina and swing the sword in an upward motion at the man in the suit. The sword cuts through his chest, into his neck, and finally through the bottom part of his jaw. He falls off of her and I stab at the other on her arm holding the gun. I miss its head, instead piercing its shoulder.  The sword is stuck and it grabs at it as it come for me. Katrina hits it hard across the temple and it falls, leaving the sword in my hands. Tom swings at the one eating her insides and connects on the back of its head. There is a large crunch and its head implodes inward. It falls on top of Anne who is still screaming. Tom rushes for the door before more can get through.  Katrina is being backed into a corner by one of the remaining zombies that attacked Anne. I grip the sword as tightly as I can and I swing for the thing’s neck.  I am trying to behead it, and fail.  I hit neck bone and the sword stops.  Its head hangs half off its body and it falls. Katrina screams and points behind me as the last zombie in the office grabs me from behind. We both fall forward.  It is on top of me and I drop the sword.  I wait for the bite and I hear a gunshot. There is blood on the back of my head, but the zombie does not move.  Katrina helps push it off of me. 
     
    I am up and have the sword again. I look at Anne, who is still holding the gun.  She saved me despite everything they did to her. Tom is fighting to get the door closed. There are arms reaching through.
     
    “We have to open it,” I say, “open it, push them back, and then close it.” He nods and opens the door. One of the zombies falls inward and grabs Tom’s leg. It bites his shin as he kicks at it. He manages to kick it into the stairwell.  I slash at the other two blocking the way and they fall back. The way is clear and I close the door, but not before looking into the stairwell. I count maybe six zombies total in view. There are not as many as I would have thought.
     
    I turn my attention to Anne and Katrina is already kneeling beside her.  Anne is trying to say something, but she is nearly in shock. Half of her face has been eaten. Her insides are open, and she is covered in bite marks. Anne is handing the gun to Katrina. She manages to finally talk, “not a damsel, and …not … one of …those … things.” Katrina nods and I expect her to hand the gun to me to do what is necessary. Instead, she points it at Anne and Anne shakes her head. Katrina pulls the trigger.

Chapter 7
    Time to Go
    Despite all the noise, Remington stays in his office. Tom can still walk, so we push the desks back in front of the door. None of us say a word. I am doing everything I can not to shake. We get back to Remington’s office and the first thing he says is, ‘where is Anne?”
     
    “She did not make it,” says Katrina.
     
    “There more of them in the stairwell,” I say. Tom sits on the

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