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at us. We made it to the pharmacy without running into anything.
    It wasn’t right.
    But who was I to wish for zombies? We had to break open locks, rip cabinets apart, and pry open drawers of the computerized medication dispenser. I hit the lock on a medical refrigerator several times with the butt of my riffle before it broke. The only good thing about it being so freaking cold in here was that the medications that needed to stay cool did. I dropped bottles of insulin as I madly rooted around.
    “I found it!” I exclaimed, holding up a little glass vial of Fentanyl. We spent another few minutes gathering up more meds, including a tablet form of the Fentanyl. Since it worked the first time, I grabbed another pillowcase and held it open for Gabby to dump in medications. Once it was full, we high-tailed it out of the hospital. I stayed in the rear of our line, glad the others couldn’t see my smile. I would be back soon, back to see Hayden. I got that annoying fluttery feeling in my stomach when I thought of him. I shook it away; I was eager to get him the pain meds I was sure he desperately wanted.
    Bright light from the atrium shone like a beacon. We marched for it, so close to going back to the compound. The smell hit us first. The four of us stopped, crouching into position. Then we heard the moaning and the shuffling of feet.
    A pack of zombies blocked us from the exit. There were dozens of them, mouths gapping and arms reaching for us. No! We were so close. I had the medicine. I wasn’t letting this stop us now. We spun around to flee the opposite direction.
    More zombies filtered into the hall. Where the hell were they coming from? Gabby fired first, sending a bullet into the head of a child zombie. It dropped, tripping the S3 that was behind it. We all opened fire, raining down metal death on the herd that marched closer and closer. My clip emptied from the M9 and it had made no difference in the numbers.
    We needed to get out if we wanted to live. We were being swarmed. I shoved the M9 back in the holster and yanked the M16 free. I jumped onto an overturned sofa in the lobby and sprayed the glass windows with bullets, causing the glass to break apart and crash to the ground. I grabbed the vials from my pocket, pressed them into Gabby’s hand and yelled,
    “Twenty minutes! I’ll lead them off. If I’m not back, go, get back to Hayden!”
    She opened her mouth to object but I took off, using the rifle as a baseball bat and hitting an S3 in the face. His teeth slimed out on impact and clanked onto the floor, splattering bits of blood and rotten gum particles over the tile.
    Seeing I had little choice, I picked up a piece of the broken glass, rolled my sleeve up and dragged it across the top of my wrist. “Hey, you motherfuckers!” I screamed, whipping my hand back and forth to get the scent of blood in the air. “Dinner time!” I climbed on top of a table, kicking over a colorful display of pamphlets on how to deal with a loved one’s illness.
    Gabby, Mac, and Alex continued to fire at the zombies. A few caught the yummy scent of my blood and roared as they lumbered over. Damn it, it wasn’t working well enough.
    “Hey!” I screamed again. I really should invest in a fog horn. I threw a dead pot of marigolds across the atrium, hitting the glass, though not hard enough to break it. A few more zombies turned their attention to me.
    Gabby screamed when a fast moving S2 jumped on her. Mac kicked it off, shooting it in the head and pulling Gabby to her feet. I screamed again, my voice getting lost in the zombies’ moans. I shook with the fear of us dying and not getting back to Hayden.
    Hayden and Raeya and Padraic.
    I wanted to see them again. I wasn’t going to die. Not by the hands and mouths of zombies. It worked before, I reminded myself and took another deep breath.
    “Oh mama I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law,” I sang as loudly as I could. I grabbed and arrow, wincing in pain as