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floors are lost , as you put it, we could find ourselves being delivered straight into the arms of those monsters." Just the thought of it caused a shiver to run down my spine.
    Mike raised a brow as he looked at me appraisingly. "She's got a point, Biggs."
    Biggs grunted a reluctant acknowledgement. "Stairs it is, then. Let's go!"
    As our small group headed in the opposite direction to the ER, I couldn't help glancing nervously over my shoulder. The thought of being trapped in these narrow halls with those creatures made me feel sick.
    I blocked the thought and focused on where we were going. The hallway was really only wide enough for three people walking side by side. Biggs and Mike were cautiously leading the way followed by Emma and me. Behind us, Jack was being assisted by Ken while B1 and the fair-haired guard who was bitten in the calf (B2?), were keeping a close eye on the corridor behind us. Eight of us against how many, I wondered with a shiver.
    Up ahead, I could see the surgical wards looming. Biggs and Mike slowed down as we approached the doors and brought their weapons up. Biggs nodded at Mike, who slid along the edge of the wall and carefully peered around the wall. I held my breath as he pulled back again.
    "Looks clear. Five patients lying in bed. "
    Biggs nodded. "Move on, folks."
    "Wait!" I grabbed his arm. "We can't just leave them here! They're sitting ducks."
    The compassion in his eyes made my heart contract. "There's nothing we can do for them. They can't get out of bed and we can't protect them. Our ammunition won't last five minutes in a confined space like that."
    Emma suggested. "If we lock the doors..."
    Biggs glanced at her. "Those doors weren't designed to withstand significant pressure, like a horde of dead people pressing on it."
    "It will at least give them a chance." I said grimly.
    "Well, you'd better hurry!" yelled B1. "Here come the fucking zombies!"
    I jerked around to see a mass of dark figures appear at the top of the far stairs. They dragged, stumbled, lurched and fumbled over the steps. It occurred to me that it would have been an amusing sight in other circumstances. Then the momentary humor fled as the creatures appeared to catch sight of us. Like a locust plague, the mass of damaged figures surged down the hall towards us.
    The others bolted down the hall. "Come on, Lori!" Emma called desperately over her shoulder as I hesitated.
    "Damn it!" I grabbed the doors and pulled them shut, flicking the lock. I sent up a quick prayer that the ...zombies ...were too stupid to work out how to work the lock and then ran after the others.
    Oh God. Another ward. A quick look behind me turned my guts to water as I saw the horde was catching up. The pressure of the zombies pouring up the stairs seemed to be forcing the front ones to move faster. Some fell and were trampled, but not enough to stem the flow. There wasn't time to lock all the doors. To my shame, I kept running.
    "Lock down! Lock down!" I screamed over and over, in the hope that any remaining staff or able patients would lock the doors. The doors wouldn't withstand a determined onslaught by the zombies but with their current focus on us, maybe it would be enough.
    I caught a glimpse of a startled nurse standing at the door to the Oncology ward. "Lock the doors!" I yelled at her. "Lock down!" I hoped she listened to me. Nurses are trained to react quickly and ask questions later.
    Ahead, the group slowed as we reached a T-junction. The fact that we had not encountered zombies so far filled me with hope that we might make it to the roof without trouble; that maybe the problem wasn't even widespread and that there was a perfectly legitimate problem with the phones. However, the sight that greeted us as we turned the corner dashed that hope as if it had never been. Blood pooled on the floor and dripped down the walls. Sheets lay scattered on the floor of the ward across from us. A bloodstained mattress hung off a bed. The complete