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for oxygen as the thickening black smoke bellowed out of the now-visible door to the Med Center.
    As we approached the entrance, I did a quick count, cringing at the realization that at least seven creatures were manically tearing the Med Center to pieces. Sliding to a stop at the doorframe, I froze as fourteen of those distinct red eyes, all glowing against the dancing flames engulfing the far wall, paused and slowly landed directly upon Rodgers and me. 
    With the exception of the raging fire, I did n’ t have a clue how it got so bad in there. Usually w e’ d move in, take a few shots to drop the dead, and be done with this sort of thing. I’ d later learn that two of the others in our group had decided the y’ d go in on their own to try to save a child before the rest of us showed up. They were in the thick of it when Kyle arrived, and he could n’ t risk their lives with a firefight.
    We were well beyond that now.
    Briefly wondering why so many people were packed into the room, I had to remind myself that this was the apocalypse. People got hurt. People got sick. And no matter who they were, when someone's not feeling great, they always seemed to wind up at in the same place. 
    Only on that day, the doc was n’ t exactly trading lollipops for smiles.
    Leaping through the doorway, we entered the Med Center ready to exchange blows. With almost no time to react, a woman dressed in a nurs e’ s uniform charged toward me with her mouth spread open. Seeing a chunk of mutilated flesh hanging loosely from her teeth, I lifted the nine mil and slammed my finger across the trigger. The bullet spiraled toward her skull, blowing a hole through the back of her dark, matted hair. Taking a half a step back, I watched the woman stumble to the floor, nearly sliding into my boots, before my eyes lifted to find a splatter of dark red gore dripping down Rodger s’ s faceplate. 
    “ What the fuck !” he shouted. Wiping the blood from his faceplate with his oversized glove, he then looked back at the cylindrical metal door .“ Close that thing. Le t’ s make sure none of them escape ! ”
    Not questioning the thought, I started to shut the door as he dove into the mix. I had to put my feet up against a wall just to get the thing moving. All the doors in Avalon were giant like this. After all, the place was built as a bunker in case of nuclear war. For the zombie apocalyps e… it felt a bit overdone.
    The room itself had vents, which sucked up some of the smoke. However, feeling the tears crawling down through my shitty beard, I could tell it was n’ t enough.
    Looking over to the fire, I watched as one of the creatures stepped a tad too close and caught ablaze. Spinning through the Med Center, it let out a primordial scream as its melting flesh splashed the flames across the room.
    Pulling a breath of fire into my lungs, I looked up with my hammer drawn. Kyle was tearing the place up, taking two of the creatures on with his bare hands. One of them was wearing the same black body armor the rest of us were. I could n’ t tell who it was, but clearly one of our team had been turned and was after Kyle.
    Shooting my focus back to the spinning, fiery Z, my eyes went wide as I realized the direction it was heading. I had to stop i t …
    “ Enough of this shit !” I screamed out as I charged in.
    Nine mil in one hand and my hammer in my other, I could feel the gun come to life as it spit bullets toward the creatures between the flaming Z and me. After a few obvious misses, I was able to take down three of the monsters before the clip emptied. Throwing it to the side, I dove into the mix, shifting sideways across a Z dressed in a che f’ s apron, which was now more red than white.
    The chef was a big bastard, and I recognized him immediately. It was Earl. H e’ d served me on more than one occasion, and I hated that I had to put him down. However, at the end of the day, he was already dea d… I was just finishing the