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entry point. We wanted to enter the plant and not have to search around for the storage area. More chances to have a dead worker surprise us if we wandered around the offices looking for a door into the warehouse. Getting in was probably going to be the hardest process. It was a government contractor so they were locked down tight, not many windows and the doors were reinforced. Most of their security relied on electricity though, so once we found an entrance that looked suitable it only took a crowbar and a bit of muscle to pry open the door.  

    Our banging and scratching to get in drew the attention of the Saturday workers; they were ready for us when the door swung open. A flood of hungry and bedraggled zombies poured out the small entry way. They were actually in better condition than the ones left out in the elements. They were oddly dry, with crusty looking skin, instead of the oozing, wet look we were used to.  

    Most of them looked like the typical business types in polos and khakis for the Saturday grind, but a few seemed to be workers, possibly the cleaning staff, because they wore coveralls. They reached for us with their mouths opened wide. Their dry, brittle skin looked like it could crack and break away if you touched it wrong. Appearances could be deceiving though, I knew better, they were tougher than they looked. Their grips were like steel. They would pull you to them with a tenacity fueled by some unknown element that kept them alive.  

    I holstered my piece and pulled out my Bowie knife. I grabbed for the closest and pulled it to me, embedding my knife in its skull. The skin looked dry, but it had a weird consistency, almost like leather. I didn’t know what had caused them to decompose like this, but it was bizarre. A chunk of hair came off in my hand and I shook it off as the body fell to my feet. I tried to kick it away, but it was a solid male and I only moved it slightly. I didn’t have time to mess around, there were more coming, so I stepped over the body and grabbed for another.  

    This one got a good grip on my shoulder and I had to push my arm up toward its face to keep the teeth away from my exposed skin. I had wrapped my arms in the hillbilly armor we had perfected at the compound, a mix of leather and repurposed rubber tires to keep teeth from finding exposed flesh. When I didn’t have to worry about bites it made it easier to take them out. You couldn’t cover everything, though. I stabbed upward and took it out with a quick jab to the temple.

    I took down two more and was finally able to take a breath. The herd was culled as Ito dropped the last one at his feet. Blake clicked on a torch and signaled for us to follow him into the dark building.  

    We encountered two more Zs on the way to the plant floor, but those weren’t enough of a challenge to even get my heart rate up. When we found the door that led to the big production room floor, where hopefully the vehicles were stored, we clicked off our lights and entered as silently as possible. There was enough natural light coming in from windows high above us to see without the use of the flashlights.

    The room was large, big enough and tall enough to fit a few commercial airliners. Motors and engine parts lined the far wall and a good amount of half-constructed vehicles sat to the right of us. The back wall opened to a large bay door that could open and close to about four feet above the ground.   The bay door was large and most of it was over the water of a pool and docking area. The pool fed into the lake so the LCACs that were docked inside could be driven out into the lake for testing.

    We had thought about taking an LCAC, but they were too much. The LCACs were big. They required a crew and could carry ten land vehicles and a whole regiment. It would be like firing up a destroyer and taking it into Lakeview. We needed something smaller that could be manned by one or two of our people.

    “Jimmy and Ito, check out the