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nothing like the Exit door. I
decided to chance the maybes of people monitoring the security cameras and
quietly made my way towards the nearest staircase. I figured, in the scheme of
things, that if these people were walking around freely, talking loudly and
making all sorts of noise, that the zombies were gone.
     
                It
took a few minutes to get from Red to the other half of the warehouse. This
side was extremely still, quiet. No machinery working here. It was also very
dark, very…ugh. I hesitated as the glow of light from the 1 st  
section illuminated at least ten feet in front of me. What if those things were
out there, amongst the shelves? Waiting to be reanimated, or something?
     
                Jesus,
I only have this knife and Fubar. I don’t know how to kill things, other than
spiders. I trembled, my hands shaking as they clutched onto the hem of my
shirt. I looked over my shoulder, back to the bright illumination of the 1 st section. To where I knew the living was lingering. I looked back at the point
where I’d tried to go earlier, where the security doors would lead me to the
main entrance of this section. Intrigued by the possibility of an open door, I
withdrew my flashlight. I ventured away from the doorway, noticing that the
large steel doors that had always been open between the sections were now shut
tight. When did that happen? With how massive they were, considering that they
were steel, I should have heard them closing.
               
                No
matter. There were other things to think about. I carefully made my way through
the darkness, grateful for the flashlight. It helped me see the green-taped
path that had been marked for pedestrians, to warn away big equipment vehicles.
It helped me maneuver through support beams and large cardboard boxes that we
pickers used to toss the surrounding confines of content we had to throw into
totes. More blood stains, gore, and I walked around most of it carefully, not
wanting to leave foot prints.
     
                I
had my jaw clenched the entire time, so when I finally made it to the security
point, I felt it relax as I pushed through the swinging door, out into the cold
hallway leading to the massive break room we used for our lunch, breaks. It was
so dark. So cold. I hesitated to go any further – in the break room,
there was broken windows and tossed tables. Chairs scattered everywhere.
Jackets lying on the floor. Blood everywhere. Splattered on the walls, the floor,
glass surfaces.
     
                I
eyed the windows nervously. I could see the outside world, and I could already
see my breath with every exhale. My skin broke out in goosebumps. I could
escape from there. But their conversation caused me to stall.
     
                ‘ Aliens’ ?
     
                I
didn’t believe in zombies outside of fantasyland, but look what happened. How
hard was it to accept that there were these things, too? I swallowed hard. My
flashlight seemed so bright, so I cupped it with one hand. I couldn’t move any
further. The darkness and infinite possibilities of other dangers kept me
rooted to just outside the swinging door.
     
                I
could see the lights from the home improvement store next door. Those from
Walmart around the corner. It was like – things were telling me it was
okay out there, that things were somewhat normal. But I knew there wasn’t. I
kept seeing the guy look up – and it bothered me, because, really - ?
     
                An
alien invasion in Fernley? Hah! Fernley is such a hick-town, used mainly as a
truck stop area with all its gas stations and fast food places. It doesn’t even
have a mall, or clothing stores. So it would be laughable to think it was
something of interest to freakin’ aliens from another planet. Twenty or so
minutes away is a Naval Air Base. I wonder if that was slammed. Hawthorne,
Carson City have