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it on. My adrenaline was kicking and I was charged and ready to get the next part of my plan over with. My mouth felt dry when I thought about what I was about to do. I walked over to the edge of building and once again peered over to the roof of the building next to the one I was standing on. It was totally doable, but that didn’t make my fear any less real. Two stories was a long way to fall when you had nothing but pavement, fire, and zombies to break your fall. I backed up several feet and tried to ignore the sounds of popping glass and zombies moaning in the distance. I had already put my knife away … if running with scissors was bad for your health, I’m pretty sure jumping from one rooftop to another with a twelve inch blade in your hand would’ve been downright lethal.
    “I can do this. I can do this. I have to do this,” I chanted to myself. I ran full out, my legs pumping as hard as my heart and then I screamed like a girl as I catapulted myself off of the roof. I made it with plenty of room to spare and a hysterical giggle. I got up and brushed myself off and then, while I still had the nerve, jumped over to the next building, and then one more, before I stopped. The roof of the next building was too far away. I ran over to the front edge of the roof and looked back towards the Starbucks. Flames and smoke was still pouring out of the building … and to my horror, so were zombies. Zombies are terrifying. Zombies lit up like the human torch? They were petrifying. I stood there in a shocked stupor before I physically shook myself and ran to the trap door on the roof.
    I pushed on the trap door, but it didn’t budge, I slammed my fists on it, but it didn’t open … I could feel that the wood was old, though, that it might give if I could just put enough pressure on it. I stepped back and brought my boot down as hard as I could on the outer edge of the boards. The vibrations of my stomp jarred my leg and my hips, and clattered my teeth together. I slammed my foot down again and again until my entire leg was numb from the strain. The boards creaked and groaned, but didn’t break. As a last ditch effort, I stood completely on the door with both feet and then with all my body weight poised above the entry, I jumped up and came back down with all my might. The ply wood broke and I fell through the opening with a resounding CRASH ! 
    Lucky for me, my backpack broke my fall, though I thought I had died from the jarring impact alone that knocked the air completely from my lungs. Unfortunately for me, I brought a piece of the wood with me when I feel. As soon as I was able to move, I sat up and reached for the six inch long piece of wood sticking out of my right thigh. I shimmied out of my backpack and sat in on the ground next to me and pulled out the small first aid kit. I opened up some gauze and medical tape and then unscrewed the small bottle that had been labeled “rubbing alcohol”. With the gauze in my mouth and the alcohol in my left hand, I took a deep breath and jerked out the wood and poured the liquid on the wound as soon as it was out. I almost blacked out from the pain. When I could see past my agony, I pressed the gauze to the wound and then tightly secured the gauze in place by wrapping medical tape all the way around my leg.
    I shoved everything back in my bag and stood up carefully. The leg was sore, but not bad enough to hinder my movements too much. I had lost precious time breaking into the building and getting hurt. I clutched my recon blade in my left hand and my handgun in my right.
    “Time to move,” I said through clenched teeth. I made my way down the rickety stairs and slowly pushed the door open. I wasn’t even sure which store I was in. I didn’t know the town all that well. I walked out and immediately knew where I was … Midtown Antiques and Collectibles. The back part of the store was a disaster and the front part of the store was even worse. The good thing? I didn’t run