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through the windshield. Clint stopped the van at a gate, blocking the road next to a small guard shack with a sign reading “Waxahachie Creek Park.”
    “Here? This is where we’re going?”
    A half-dozen undead shuffled towards the van from inside the park.
    “This is a backup facility. It’s fairly new and hopefully it’s still intact.”
    Clint didn’t worry about how to raise the pole acting as a gate across the road. He simply drove through it, breaking the fiberglass arm from its base. Amanda drew her pistol and shot the two undead closest to the van through the gap left by the missing windshield. The van turned right and Clint drove quickly onto a gravel drive, stopping by a large metal shed. More undead began approaching the van from the darkness of the woods in the park.
    “And here we are, Madam Secretary.”
    “You’re back to calling me Madam Secretary now, baby?”
    Clint smiled.
    “A metal shed. Really? The new secret government facility is a metal shed?”
    A rare smile spread across Clint’s face and he gave Amanda a wink. “Do me a favor and keep the welcoming party off me. It will take me a little bit of time to get the shed open.”
    Amanda had no choice but to believe him, even after his confession three weeks prior that he and his dead partner Chuck Johnson weren’t really with the FBI but were in actuality highly trained agents working for another government agency that he would only refer to as “another government agency.” She really was Alice, and this new world was her rabbit hole.
    She climbed over the dash and onto the roof of the van, quickly scanned the approaching threats, and laid two full M4 magazines on the roof in front of her. Then Amanda lay down on the top of the van in a prone firing position. Taking aim at the closest walking corpse, she concentrated on slowing her breathing and gently pressed the trigger to the rear. For a woman who had never had any sort of formal training in firearms, she was thankful that Smith and Johnson did at least take the time to teach her how to handle an M4, which she’d put to more practice than she ever could have guessed.
    Clint walked to the side of the metal shed and opened the electrical fuse panel. He flipped a few of the breakers and the whole box lifted up from the building to reveal a keypad like that of an old telephone. Between shots engaging the approaching dead, Amanda tried to steal glances as to what Clint was doing. Clint tapped in a long series of numbers quickly from memory, like he would punch in his PIN at an ATM.
    Clint lowered the box and closed the cover before taking a firing position, leaning across the short hood of the van. Amanda felt like she missed with every other shot, but Clint was quickly thinning the approaching undead to a manageable level when Amanda was startled by the sound of water erupting into the air in the lake like a geyser two hundred yards away. The water being blown into the air was visible over the top of the thick trees. A full minute later the geyser stopped, and with a loud hiss the metal shed slid backwards on its foundation to reveal a concrete ramp leading to a large well-lit area that looked a bit like a parking garage.
    “You have got to be shitting me.”
    Clint smiled again. “Nope. Get in the van. We should drive in before we attract any more welcoming committee friends.”
    The van easily cleared the concrete roof as it drove underground, following a series of ramps back and forth, continuing deeper underground before leveling out in a large flat open area. The area was staggeringly cavernous. Clint stopped the van at the bottom of the last ramp, rolled down his window, and punched another series of numbers into a keypad. High above them and with a loud hiss, the metal shed slid back into place, sealing the entrance.
    “Welcome to Osiris, the new land of the living.”
    Amanda looked side to side in awe. The open area they were in appeared to be at least two hundred yards long