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to do that?
     
                Observing
the darkness of the third level I knew pretty well, I hesitated upon stepping
fully onto the floor. I swallowed hard, realizing that I was pretty thirsty.
But would one of my fave zombie killing heroines stop for water when they were
in the middle of a mission? Probably not.
     
                I
took a deep breath, then ventured onto the floor. Just hours earlier, I
remember coming across a bin that was stacked with tactical vests. I could
probably use one of those to stack my supplies in. After a couple of minutes of
cautious walking, I found the bin. I took extreme care in unwrapping the
cardboard and plastic from the vest, frowning at the size. After some minutes
of pulling tight all straps, I resolved on leaving it as it was, and proceeded
to search for batteries, the flashlights I remember seeing the day before, and
a few other things. I found this awesome Stanley Max Fubar II – an
awesome prying and destroying tool that was about eight pounds and vicious
looking - but I didn’t know where to put it on me. So I tucked it into one of
my belt loops, where it banged against my thigh and hip with discomforting
movement. It was a bit awkward to hang my arm naturally on that side, but I
figured anything would help.
     
                I
got a jolt of excitement as I loaded my vest with supplies. I found a reliable
flashlight that could double as a weapon, just in case I couldn’t find the
knife sets. A small first aid kit that had the very basics. I tucked it all into
my pockets, and then went in search of a knife. I found it at the very end of
the aisle, and carefully unwrapped it from its case. Other goodies spilled out
from it, and it came with a very convenient holster. I awkwardly wrapped that
to one thigh and straightened from my crouch. Looking down at myself made me
smile crazy – I must look so bad-ass. A zombie killing machine.
     
                I
was so busy preening over my appearance that I didn’t realize it at first
– but then I became aware of it once the lights flickered on. The fire
alarm was shut down. The silence was unexpected, and it made my heart leap into
my throat. I reacted so stupidly, this ‘bad-ass killing machine’ immediately
crouched and crammed herself into the bottom bin, obviously visible but desperate
to hide. The position prevented me from breathing very well, and a human body
cramming itself into something metal and small wasn’t meant to be, no matter
how desperate she was.
     
                Struggling
with myself, I listened hard to what was going on around me. Lights were still
on, machinery creaking noisily – at the warning blare of an alarm that
signaled the conveyors were about to become operational, I nearly had a heart
attack. I heard the belts starting up, and from the corner of my eye, saw one
of them start to move. Previously filled totes began to shift, disappearing and
reappearing as the conveyor took them to the packaging department. I wondered
what it all meant. Was there still someone in here? Or did the alarm have a
timer of sorts? I blinked and realized that this position wasn’t helping any,
but I didn’t want to be exposed. I flopped out from the bin, crouched low and
shuffled carefully to the end of the aisle. Once there, I touched the knife I’d
found. Its handle was unfamiliar in my grasp, and I really really had no
idea how to weld a knife – other than for cutting up food, price tags
from clothes. Stuff like that.
     
                I
had to focus on being a video game character, again, just to compose myself.
Damn, I was so sweaty, that when drops dangled and fell from my jaw, I didn’t
even bother to wipe it away. I exhaled quietly and realized that I was hearing
human voices. Men . I was too startled to stand up and cry out in relief,
crouched as I was. It felt like it had been so long since I had heard something
normal, that I didn’t know what to