Read THEM (Season 1): Episode 4 for Free Online

my mind’s eye, knowing that knowledge gleaned from the previous events could be crucial to my survival in the future.
    I could only surmise that the deaders could somehow sense that I was carrying Z venom in my veins, and while that made me less of a target to them, it didn’t make me completely “invisible,” if that were the right word. For the most part, they’d been happy to ignore me until I started attacking them. This pointed to at least a rudimentary reasoning ability on the part of the deaders, as they modified their attitude toward me based on my aggression toward them. Getting ignored by deaders could come in handy, but I’d have to be careful not to rouse them from a holding pattern, especially in large groups.
    Another thing I realized in breaking down the fight was that everything seemed to happen in slow motion. Rather, I had been picking up on movement faster, staying two and three steps ahead of the deaders during the whole fight. I’d never experienced anything like it. Typically you get tunnel vision immediately following an adrenaline dump, but instead my senses had opened up to take in everything around me.
    That being said, I knew that I wasn’t physically faster than I was before the treatments. I just reacted faster, and the only thing I could come up with was that my perception speed had increased. These were all things I could discuss with the Doc when we got back to the Facility. But for now, I had a mission to accomplish and I was wasting time thinking about insignificant details when I should have been heading back to the wonder twins. Those two knuckleheads were sure to get into trouble without me, so I picked up the burlap sack and sprinted back to where I’d left them.
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    About halfway there, I ran into them both running almost full-tilt in my direction. I whistled a bird call and caught their attention. They pulled up short as I jogged over to them.
    Bobby was the first one to speak, gesticulating excitedly with his surfer boy mannerisms. “What happened? We heard gunshots and came running.”
    “How loud were they? Do you think they heard the shots back at the camp?”
    Gabby shook her head. “We could hear it, but it sounded like it was further off in the distance. I doubt that the guards at the compound would’ve thought much of it.”
    I nodded. “Alright then, the party’s still on. You know what to do.”
    Since there were always three wall sentries and a gate guard on night watch, there would be one too many of them for us to take out in a coordinated attack. So I decided that a little stealth and deception were in order.
    As we approached the compound, Gabby hid in the treeline about 50 feet from Bobby and I, and we waited on her to initiate the action. Her job was simply to distract the guard so we could sneak up behind him. She did an admirable job by imitating the sounds of a coyote taking a baby cottontail in its nest, making some rustling noises in the brush and then letting out a few distress calls that would’ve been sufficient to call in a live coyote. It was more than enough to distract the guard for the few moments we needed. Bobby closed the distance and mounted the wall quickly and silently, choking the guard out like I had shown him earlier and dropping the body off the wall. I moved to gag and tie up the unconscious guard with nylon cuffs after removing his jacket and cap. I threw these up to Bobby, and he quickly put them on and continued walking the wall as if nothing was out of place.
    Based on the guards’ movements that I recalled from my time in the compound, I knew the other guards would expect Bobby to check in with them shortly. Knowing that the clock was ticking, I vaulted the wall and ducked under a CHU just in time to avoid the interior patrol guards who walked the compound at night.
    One benefit to having better hearing, eyesight, and smell was that it was easy to sense when something was coming my way. Several times during the run