Flesh-Eaters Anonymous - pt 13
"Aw man. I gotta get back there. Noland bit a couple other people. Sarge'll shoot 'em all!" He turned and ran out of the room. I jumped up and caught the door before it closed, counting to twenty before following.
There were a bunch of doors down a long hallway. It turned ahead, towards where the commotion was coming from, but I didn't see any choice. I turned, crouching as low as possible through a cubicle-filled room. Something smashed into the wall just behind and above me but I kept moving.
Peaking down an aisle to my left I saw it was clear and continued. I pushed through a door that had a room full of servers and suddenly there was a loud rumbling in my head. Everything went red and I had to make fists to keep from fainting. After a minute or two everything was normal and I headed for the door with the red EXIT letters over it.
"No, Lionel! No, no, no!" someone shouted. The door I'd just come through was swung open and I ducked beneath a desk just before someone ran past me. Three more sets of legs ran past and through the exit door and there were three shots. The three returned, dragging the body of the first man by the legs. He stared at the ceiling as his bald head dragged and bumped across the floor. When they left I came out and looked around.
And Sarge smacked me with the butt of his .45 again.
When I woke up the twisty tie was gone. Someone was pouring cold water over my face and I tried to sit up—too fast—and my vision turned red again.
"I don't know what you told Stark but you got him shot." Sarge's voice was calmer than before. I looked at him when my vision finally cleared.
"I told him he wasn't infected."
"So you're a doctor then?"
"No, but I've seen—" I stopped talking when he flashed his gun. Another blow from that would split my head open.
"I'll tell you everything I know. Yes, there are corpses that think. They walk and talk just like the living. Not all of them, of course, but enough."
"Enough for what?" Sarge leaned over me, a tight smile on his face.
"Enough to come up with an invasion plan. I don't know what it is, except that there is one. They even have this drug they can use that will… that will zombify a living person, but keep him looking like he's alive. They want to infiltrate."
"Now you must think I'm stupid." He stooped next to me and began whispering. "Okay, I'll play along—you're the infiltrator, aren't you?"
"No, I—"
"Escaped? Is that why you were talking to a corpse on the other side?"
"But that was just part of the plan—I mean my plan. I was just playing along until I got over here and then I was gonna tell you guys everything."
"And you've told me everything? I'm supposed to believe you when my own men are hiding their bite wounds from me? I'd shoot you in the face if I didn't have to shoot you in the face again. I just got through killing six of my own men. Good men, but they got careless. They got too close. I'm not careless. And I'm not stupid, either. To hell with it."
Sarge pointed his gun at me.
