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whole shit ton of Zs up against anything and they will eventually take it down. Charlie has some big, fancy, sciencey name for it, but I just call it "duh."
    Inez grabs a short metal bar from the floor and walks into the tunnel. She bangs on some exposed pipes in the ceiling and steps back.
    "Making sure there aren't any undead in the tunnel," she says. "They'll come to the noise and then we can bash them over the head with the bars." She points at a pile of bars in the corner. "Grab yourself one. They're good and solid."
    She waits then steps back into the tunnel and bangs on the pipes again. While she does that, I pick up two bars, one for each hand. They ain't sharp like my blades, but they got some good heft and I know I can do some major damage with them.
    Inez bangs again.
    "Stop that," I say. "If the Zs ain't heard the first banging then all you're doing is giving away our position."
    "Giving away our position?" Inez laughs from inside the tunnel. She's gone a ways in and it's too dark for me to see her anymore. "Are you in the military, Elsbeth?"
    "Not quite," I say. "But close."
    I wait for more banging, or for her to speak again, but there's nothing. Just the Zs from the basement smacking the metal door and groaning their asses off. I take a step into the tunnel.
    "Inez? Where you at?" I call out. "Hey! Inez!"
    She doesn't call back. I tilt my head, but can't hear her footsteps or anything. Still too much noise from the Zs out in the basement.
    I ain't stupid. I got some problems in my head, no joking about that, but stupid ain't one of the problems. I got a couple choices. I can follow Inez and see where the tunnel leads. Or I can wait for the Zs to break down the metal door and fight my way back into the basement then find my way out from there.
    That first choice, the one where I follow Inez, ain't so good because I am beginning to think she ain't what she says she is. Gut feeling. Like those beans. She says she's been eating them, but ain't no way a person can eat those bad beans and still be walking around. Not without shit dripping from her ass. And the not knowing what Zs are called, but knowing what cannies are. That don't fit either.
    But fighting a basement of Zs don't sound like a good choice at all. I can hear a lot of them out there. Probably every Z in the building fell down that bathroom hole and is knocking to get inside. They want my tasty Elsbeth flesh. Long Pork used to joke like that and I see why. Shit be true. Zs want tasty meat and I am the tastiest they've seen in a long time.
    Got to make a choice here. Tunnel or basement?
    Fuck me.
    "Hold up," I call as I hurry into the tunnel after Inez.
    I get a few feet then skid to a stop. I look back at the opening where the shower stall goes. Hey. Look at that. The back of the shower stall has handles. Like for pulling.
    So I pull. Don't have to worry about the basement Zs coming after my ass now. That way is closed.
    "Inez?" I whisper, but there ain't no answer.
    The metal bars are gripped tight in my hands and I take a few deep breaths to center myself. This is something the sisters have taught me to do. I can get worked up and sometimes rush into things. They say to breathe deep and get centered so you don't make no mistakes. I probably already made one by following Inez, so I don't need to be making any more.
    My eyes adjust to the darkness. So do my ears. The tunnel gets louder as I tilt my head one way then the other to pick up as many sounds as possible. I tune out my own footsteps, which ain't so loud since I can walk like a cat, if I want to. But right now, I don't want to. I want Inez to hear me coming. I also want anything else in here to hear me coming. It'll draw out any Zs.
    And it'll make any humans careless because they'll think they're hunting me, not me hunting them. And I'm always hunting them. Always and shit.
    No Inez. No weapons except for a couple metal bars. No idea where my sisters are or if they are trying to find me. No clue