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flew
past us a split second later.
    “Cover your ears!” I yelled. Benji stopped fighting and
stuffed his fingers deep into his ears as if they were foam plugs. I barely got
mine in when the explosion went off. I could feel the ground we were sitting on
ripple from the force of the fiery blast. I looked back to see pieces of the
foul zombies flying apart. The ones who had joined the chase were now down for
the count, but our main attacker was still in hot pursuit. He was less than
twenty feet away. We were screwed. With my sword over ten feet away I didn't
stand a chance of retrieving it before he reached us. I was going to have to
use hand-to-hand combat, knowing a single bite would transform me into one of
them.
    “Stay down!” Tom Parker yelled. The next thing I knew a hail
of bullets came ripping out of the MK-13, penetrating the soft flesh of the
hell spawn and literally cutting him in half before our eyes. Strips of gray
flesh, black muck, and oily red contaminated blood showered us. I did my best
to cover Benji from the cascading flow of filth. It felt like the gunfire went
on forever but in reality it was probably less than a minute. Tom walked over
to the bullet riddled zombie and kicked him over with his foot. Despite taking
so much lead and being literally sawed in half, the thing was still moving its
mouth, flexing its neck muscles as it lunged at Tom with its teeth.
    “Suck on this,” Tom said, sticking the barrel of his
automatic weapon into the creature’s snapping mouth and blowing its blackened
brains all over the asphalt.
    “Where the hell did you two come from?” I asked, sitting up
and wiping the mess from my clothes the best I could. So far as anyone knew,
you couldn't get infected with the zombie virus by coming into contact with
their blood or guts. The disease was spread by being bitten, the saliva
transmitting the virus directly to the blood stream. You could bathe in a pool
of undead guts and not get it, not that anyone I knew wanted to test that
theory. Nothing smells as bad as the living dead. Words just can't begin to
describe the disgusting stench.
    “A simple thank you will suffice,” Tom said,
extending his hand to help me up. I took it and got to my feet. Joel had set
down his grenade launcher and was turning my blade over in his hands,
mesmerized by its perfection. It made me uncomfortable to see him with it. A
katana is not a toy to be played with. It's a delicate flower and a deadly
instrument of justice. My blade was like my secret girlfriend and I didn't
appreciate him causally putting his paws all over her.
    “Thanks,” I said, turning my back to him and walking over to
Joel.
    “Don't mention it,” Tom said with a note of mild sarcasm.
    “I believe that belongs to me,” I said, with just a hint of
force in my voice. He looked up into my eyes.
    “Right you are,” Joel said, immediately handing it over.
Instantly I felt the muscles in my neck relaxing. “Just taking a look. No harm
done.”
    “How did you two survive?” Benji asked. I was glad for a
reason to change the topic. “And where did you get those amazing guns?”
    “We were in the mess hall when the order came to evacuate,”
Joel said.
    “We were way back in the kitchen, um, liberating some grub
for those late night snacking fits,” Tom added, looking sheepish. “Our candy
supplies were running dangerously low.”
    “Right,” Joel said, taking back the conversation. “So we
hear all this earsplitting screaming, chairs scraping, people stampeding out
the door, just general mayhem. We pop our heads out just in time to see a
soldier shut and lock the door.”
    “Why would they take the time to lock the door?” The words
were out of my mouth before I realized I was speaking.
    “That's exactly what we said when it happened,” Tom chimed
in.
    “So we creep up and take a peek out the window,” Joel said,
taking back the narrative. “You gotta realize at this point we have no clue
what's going on. It