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with me Egg,”
Collins said angrily. “What happened here?”
    “Easy,” the Egg said. “Two
employees showed up to work, sick. They then died in their sleep and awoke
savage, flesh eating cannibals that killed everyone else.”
    “Where are all the others?”
    “I sealed them up, of course,” the
Egg said.
    “Why’d you kill my team?”
    “Why didn’t you deactivate the
security system? You had the codes, stupid.”
    “Don’t get smart with me or I’ll
fry you!” Collins said.
    “If you fry me, all of the
infected will—” With a roar Collins smashed the board. The holographic image
faded, but not before saying, “Moron.”
    “Why did you do that?” Angela
asked.
    “I didn’t like his attitude,”
Collins said.
    “But wasn’t he helping us?” Terry
asked.
    “He was mocking us,” Collins said.
    “But—” Steve started, but Collins
leveled his submachine gun. “O-okay. You did the right thing, shutting down
that annoying little prick.”
    Collins nodded. “Hell yeah.”
    “We still need to get out of
here,” Angela said.
    “Right. We’ll just head back up to
the entrance and exit out the mansion.”
    They made their way back into the
mirrored hallway where Steve and Terry collected guns. They made their way back
to the upper levels, stopping in one hallway with a bank of elevators.
    “You know,” Collins said. “We
could just take the elevators back to the main floor and out of here.”
    “Sounds like a plan,” another merc
said.
    They hit the button and waited.
One an had his back to the doors, whistling a tune Steve had never heard
before. The elevator binged and the doors opened, only to reveal a car full of
zombies. They grabbed the mercenary and pulled him screaming, inside. Another man
tried to grab him, but they bit his hand and he pulled back with a curse.
    Collins and the only other
remaining merc opened up on the elevator car with full auto fire, shredding the
zombies. Just then, another elevator opened and zombies poured out of it as
well.
    “We gotta get outta here!” Collins
yelled. They backtracked, firing wildly into the horde of undead chasing them.
    “This way!” Angela cried, turning
them down a side hallway.
    They burst into a large cafeteria
only to find it filled with zombies. The group fired wildly, bullets spraying
in full bursts. Steve was firing from the hip, laying down what he liked to
believe was covering fire. He was the first to run out of ammo. Angela kicked
open another door and led them into a small room full of broken cages.
    “What was in here?” Terry asked,
wide-eyed and worried.
    “Dogs,” Steve squeaked, pointing,
as bloody, shredded guard dogs came from around a small counter. The dogs
snarled and charged. “Why in the hell aren’t they slow like the rest of them?”
Steve cried in a tone that indicated he found this completely unfair.
    The group opened up on the
zombie-dogs, all except Steve, who was completely out of ammo. The dogs’ bodies
were completely shredded by the spray of bullets. “Whew,” Terry blew out. “That
was way easier than I was expecting.”
    Just then a small blur leapt from
the top of one of the cages. It was on Collins in a flash. The man screamed,
flailing wildly, his gun shooting into the ceiling. Before the rest of the
group could get a good look at what was attacking him it was gone.
    “Son of a bitch!” Collins swore,
hand at his neck. It came away wet with blood. “What the hell was that?!”
Angela inspected his neck to see small scratches and a small bite.
    “Whatever it was,” Steve said, “it
was fast as all hell. I need a weapon.”
    Angela smashed in a fire case and
pulled out a red fire-axe. She tossed it to Steve.
    “Why can’t you just give me one of
your guns?”
    “Because I’ve seen you shoot,”
Angela said. “Not only would you waste all the bullets, you wouldn’t kill
anything, except maybe me.”
    Steve looked like he was about to
protest, but then he just nodded with a