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appreciative manner, but then furrowed his eyebrows with a thoughtful look on his face.
    “Something wrong?” asked James, looking behind his shoulder nervously. Then he heard it himself: there were noises coming from the other corridor.
    “Come up!” Ira whispered, speeding up the staircase. Growling and slow, shuffling sounds encircled James whose senses lit up instantly. The only place he had seen zombies since he left the countryside was at the London Zoo.
    Ira didn’t have to warn him twice. James shot up the stairs, actually passing him, with the ice pick in one hand and a gun in the other. To his horror, there were more zombies coming at him upstairs. One, that was particularly close, suddenly fell to the carpeted floor with a bolt in his forehead.
    “Go, go, go!” shouted Ira running after his companion. James was in front of him and headed for his office, but there were even more undead on this floor. And they all stormed at the men with agitation.
    James started shooting at them, desperately trying to hit the heads. Unfortunately, in the state he was in, that was no easy task and he ended up barging into his office with a scream of terror as one of the zombies grabbed him by the arm. It hauled him brutally back into the corridor and into its rotting, surprisingly strong arms. James’ heart hammered wildly in his chest, making him lightheaded. Reflexively, he tried to hit the zombie’s head with a panicked gasp. The smell of rotting flesh was making him nauseous, but all he could think of was the teeth, that he practically felt on his bare skin already. Seeing another monster coming at them, he desperately opened the jacket, hurriedly taking it off, leaving it behind in the undead’s clutches. He slipped out, almost leaping back towards the office but one look down the corridor assured him that this was not the end. Or rather, this could well be the end.
    Once he had this last thought, there was a crackling sound from behind James and it struck him: there were two entrances to this room. His mind chaotically analyzed his situation: he had lost the ice pick in the corridor and there was no ammunition in the pistol! He could hear the noise of a fight from the corridor, but as he saw grayish hands reaching from behind the hidden door to the office situated by his desk, he knew he had to forget Ira and act. There was a large armchair blocking the second door, which could buy him some time, but the zombie, or zombies that tried to use this passage, managed to shove it inch by inch with powerful pressure to the door. James ran through the room and pushed the armchair forward, trying to block the entrance. Panic gripped at his insides as he saw one of the creatures entering the study through the main door. Did this mean Ira didn't make it?!
    The zombies behind the hidden door were surprisingly strong and suddenly, James felt the wooden panel being lifted. Before he could push it back down, the door fell on him, knocking him off his feet and onto the floor. James screamed bloody murder, as he felt the zombies climbing on top of him. They trapped him under the wooden door growling like mad. The only thing James could now think about was how easily the beasts could get at him from the side.
    He heard his companion’s voice from the other part of the room, but the danger he was in overshadowed everything, alarming all his senses. The weight of the creatures was almost too much to bear, but the extreme situation bestowed him with almost inhuman strength. Despite that, he could hardly move and the sound of dirty claws scratching the surface that now pushed at his face was absolutely horrifying. Was that it? Would he die here?
    His body went rigid as a rotting hand appeared in the space between the floor and the wooden door, but behind it, James saw a pair of chunky boots moving in their direction. He could only imagine what happened, but the weight on top of him lessened a bit with the creatures presumably shifting