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toward us, how easy could that be. We just
came from a place where the effers, ran, freaking ran, man!”
    “You must be mistaken,” the leader
said in his deep voice. “No such thing exists.”
    “Where have you guys been for the
last three weeks?” Steve asked.
    “Yeah,” Terry chimed in. “Zombies
have overrun the U.S., they’re everywhere, man.”
    “We haven’t heard anything in
Squirrel City,” Tombs said, one of the blond mercenaries.
    Steve laughed. “Squirrel City?
That’s the name of it, Squirrel City?”
    Suddenly one of the men leveled
his gun at Steve. “Are you disrespecting the Squirrel?”
    Steve gulped. “No, of course not.
I love squirrels, right up there with raccoons.”
    Now all of the squad was focused
on Steve. “Raccoons?” one of them asked.
    “Uh, guys,” Terry said, but no one
looked at him.
    “What do Raccoons have to do with
squirrels?” another man asked.
    “Well, they’re both marmots,”
Steve said.
    “Mar-what?” a third merc asked.
    “Uh, guys,” Terry said again, but
no one paid attention to him.
    “Marmots, rodents,” Steve said.
    Now all the mercenaries had their
weapons lowered, engrossed in the conversation. “Squirrels aren’t rodents,” one
of them said.
    “Sure they are,” Steve said.
    “Uh, guys ,” Terry said more
desperately.
    “But rodents are pests,” another
mercenary said.
    “Look,” Steve said, using hand
motions to get his point across now. “Just because squirrels are cute doesn’t
mean they aren’t rodents, or pests. Squirrels have all the characteristics of
rodents, I mean—”
    “Guys!” Terry shouted.
    They all turned. “What?” one of
the soldiers asked, but it was too late.
    The slow moving zombie had had
enough time to reach the group, and as engrossed as they all were in the
conversation, none had noticed except Terry. Before they could bring their
weapons to bare the zombie bit one of the blond mercenaries in the neck. He spun
with a cry and they opened up on the zombie, driving it back into a table where
it lost its footing and went down. All of the soldiers took a step back as it
started to get back to its feet.
    “Shoot it in the head!” Steve
yelled.
    The squad leader leveled his gun
and blew the zombie’s head clean from its shoulders. The zombie shuttered and
collapsed unmoving to the ground.
    “Son of a bitch,” one of the mercenaries
swore.
    “Told you,” Steve said. “Zombies.”
    “Simmons, you okay,” the squad
leader asked.
    “Bastard got a chunk of me.”
    “You’re going to die,” Steve said.
Terry, who was standing behind him, nodded emphatically.
    “What?” Simmons asked.
    “The bite transmits the virus.
First it will kill you, then it will bring you back.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “As a heart attack.”
    “What can we do?” the leader
asked.
    “Shoot him in the head, or wait
till he turns and tries to kill us.”
    “You gotta be—”
    That was as far as Simmons got
before the leader pulled his pistol and shot him in the head. The rest of the
squad stood in mute shock. The leader holstered his sidearm and looked each of
his remaining men in the eye. “Don’t. Get. Bit,” was all he said.
Angela reached down and removed the dead man’s weapons. She strapped the
sidearm to her leg and then looped the quick sling of the submachine gun around
her shoulder.
    “You look like you’ve done this
before,” Steve said. Angela just shrugged her shoulders.
    “Come on, we need to keep moving,”
the leader said. “Collins, lead the way.”
    They descended deeper into the
nest. They didn’t encounter any more zombies along the way, but neither did
they encounter any of the some 500 staff. They finally reached a vault door.
Collins pulled out his small computer and hooked into a USB port. He mumbled to
himself as he hit keys with blinding speed.
    “Got it!” he finally exclaimed as
the vault door opened with the sound of an airlock seal giving way.
    A long mirrored hallway