to find a cure, and infecting everyone in their path. Child zombies are too quick, even for an adult. They can infect thousands. They’re the first ones you should put a bullet in.”
I took a drag of my cigarette and watched his mouth move, but the words did not register. The likelihood of Marge’s demise pierced me deeply. No doubt they’d put her down. Still, I could use the situation to our advantage if she were alive. “So how did you find them? Did you check the security cameras?”
General Vax and the guard exchanged looks, but neither responded.
I leaned forward. “You have been to security, haven’t you?”
“No, actually. I’ve been meaning to ask you where it’s located.”
“Follow me.” I stood and stamped out my cigarette.
The guards were on me in a blink, hitting me with their guns and forcing me to my knees.
“You’re not scared of a little girl, are you general?” I gazed up at him.
“Just crazy bitches that like to play Barbies with zombies,” he replied.
“It’s a shame I have to replace the ones that you put down, but it looks like you brought me some healthy candidates.” I counted a dozen in the hallway including the general.
“Perhaps I’ll volunteer a few,” he laughed. Leon took my hand and helped me to my feet. “Don’t do anything foolish or it will be the last thing you do.” He got so close I thought he was going to kiss me. “And just so you don’t try to escape-” He stabbed me in the knee with my own blade.
Riggs, get a band-aid.” Leon retracted the blade, and wiped it with his handkerchief.
“Thanks, but there’s a first aid kit in security.” I pressed my hand against the open wound. “It’s also where I keep the meds.”
“Good, because I’m getting a headache.” He ran his scarred fingers through his salt and pepper stubble. “Ladies first.” He gestured.
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“How many more of you are there? Any jealous boyfriends likely to return?” General Vax and two guards escorted me down the hall.
“I think I did a good job of driving them all away.” I hobbled down the hallway with the aid of one of his men. I looked ahead to the security office, the metal shield pulled down over the service window in case of a breach. As we neared the door, I listened for some activity, anything at all, but the entire wing was quiet.
“There. That’s it.” I pointed.
“This? I thought it was a snack bar,” said Leon.
What a fucking idiot. “A snack bar? Near the employee entrance?”
“Sure, why not?” He shrugged.
What was he the general of? Fraggle-fucking-Rock? I couldn’t wait to open the door and sick Marge on him. She’d chomp off his pecker like a Twinkie. He was King Stupid and his band of merry men, gleefully jumping off the cliff for their brazen master.
I limped forward before Leon stopped me. “What’s the pin?” He glanced at the keypad.
“Here, let me do it. The sensors take into account your biometric data,” I replied.
“Really? I don’t see any sensors.” He looked back at the door.
What a gullible halfwit! For a moment I doubted his story about being a used car salesman. Most likely he was a half-mast, coked-up porn star who relied on food stamps to purchase his monthly supply of Top Ramen.
“I’m not fucking with you. Try it yourself. 5-5-4-1-2.” I leaned against my escort. “And push hard once the door unlocks; otherwise, it will reset itself before you are able to push it all the way open.”
“All right.” He nodded, not entirely sure of what I had just said.
“Are you sure that you don’t want me to do it?”
He pulled out his gun and cocked it. “I think I’ve got this covered.”
I held my breath as he pecked at the keypad and turned the knob. Christ, he was worse than Marge. It was only five fucking numbers and the turn of the knob. How could he screw it up? For a moment I stopped worrying about her and wondered if I might die here waiting for the numbskull to unlock the