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In seconds, she was engulfed by them, and Jonas no longer heard any cries for help. His friend was gone, submerged beneath a pile of moving corpses.
    A hand grabbed his shoulder, and he whirled around to find the fragile, bony fingers of a zombie gripping him. Grunting with the effort, he managed to lift his axe with his free hand, and slice off the creature’s arm, leaving its bony hand still wrapped around his forearm. He swung again and the axe embedded itself in the dead man’s cranium. Jonas lost his grip on the axe as the zombie fell to the ground, the weapon still firmly lodged in its skull.
    Two gunshots rang out, swiftly followed by more, and Jonas looked about him. Cordite and blood filled his nostrils and he pushed another zombie away. Someone was shooting. He prayed they could tell the difference between those who were alive, and those who were dead. The axe was out of reach, and another zombie charged him. Jonas side-stepped the attack at the last second. Grabbing the zombie’s shoulders, he threw it as far away as he could. Its head collided with a concrete wall, and its body slumped to the ground as its skull cracked open. The room began to spin, and all he could hear was shouting and gunshots. The voices were loud, but he didn’t hear a word. The dead moaned and sighed, their soulless whispers fading in and out amongst the tortured screams of his friends. Something pulled at his leg, and he looked down to see the decayed corpse of a young man trying to pull him toward his mouth. He freed himself easily from its grip, and hefted a large boot into the zombie’s gaping jaws, cracking its head back against the cold, hard floor.
    As he reached down to retrieve his axe, he realised the attack had stopped. The sounds, the cries, the gunshots, the fighting and breathing and dying; they all ended as abruptly as they’d begun. Jonas left the axe where it was, still stuck in a dead man’s skull, when he saw Tyler with his back against the door. The young man was leaning forward, doubled over as if he was about to vomit. When Tyler looked up their eyes met. Jonas saw such a lack of hope and utter desperation in the young man’s innocent eyes that he wished he could trade places with him. Cliff stood in the middle of the room unloading a clip into some poor dead idiot’s skull, and Jonas knew then who had been doing all the shooting.
    “That’s it,” said Cliff as he fired one last time. “That’ll do, pig, that’ll do.”
    As the room fell silent, the three men looked at each other in horror. All about the room lay dead bodies. They had walked right into it. The garage was supposed to be safe, supposed to be somewhere they could take solace for a while, and rest. Instead, it had turned into a slaughter. Jonas silently thanked God the others had stayed outside waiting for the all clear. They must have heard the gunshots, yet they had stayed outside. It didn’t matter why, it just mattered that there was still someone alive. After all this, someone still had to be alive.
    There was a banging on the door at Tyler’s back, and he turned around. Jonas could see the gun trembling in the young man’s hand, and went over to him.
    “I locked it as soon as I saw them coming. They couldn’t have helped us; they would’ve just got in the way. I’m not sure what happened to Anna though. She ran in and... I didn’t think they…”
    Tyler fell to his knees and Jonas caught him, lowering him slowly to the bloody ground.
    “I’m sorry, I... I need a minute,” said Tyler. His eyes were wild, and Jonas could feel the man’s whole body shaking. The kid had probably never been through anything like that. Hell, none of them had, at least not for a good while. Jonas couldn’t speak for everyone, but it had been a long time since he had been forced to put one of the dead down. The banging on the door increased, and Jonas heard voices from the other side.
    “What the hell is going on?” shouted one. Was that Peter or