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trying to hold onto the life seeping from his veins. Soon he is still and Tasia is devastated. She falls back onto her butt, weeping, her forehead against her knees.
    I roll the boy to the floor, gather my hatchet, and stand. “We can’t stay here. This same shit is happening all over this building. Alisa is out there waiting for us.”
    Tasia takes my hand and I pull her up to her feet.
    “We did everything we could.”
    She nods. “I know. I just…I don’t get it. What’s happening to these people?”
    “They’re sick.”
    We’re both looking down at the body of the boy; the blood leaking from his throat is starting to slow its flow.
    “Let’s go,” I say, ushering Tasia forward.
    Something grabs my ankle, firm and true. I kick my leg out hard, trying to break free, thinking that I’ve somehow gotten myself hung up on one of the bodies. Then I hear that familiar growl. I look down to see the boys’ mouth going for my ankle. He’s still ashen from blood loss, his intestines are still snaking from his side, and his throat is still torn open, but he’s moving, just as full of life as you or I. “Oh shit! Oh shit! Oh shit!” I start kicking him square in the face. His nose caves in from the impact of my boot heel and one of his eyes dislodges from the socket, but he keeps on going at me.
    Tasia slides down to her knees and starts jamming the knife in his back, over and over and over again, her face is twisted up, and she’s screaming with each stab, “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
    “Jump back, look out!” Tasia rolls away and I swing the hatchet down and split the back of the boys’ head; it doesn’t break the skull. I didn’t put enough force behind the blow because I’m trying not to cut my fucking leg off; he’s still latched to my ankle, still trying to get his teeth in me. I swing again, harder. That does the trick. The boy shuts down a second after impact. I shake loose of his grasp and jump away from him. I watch him and his family closely, looking for any other unexpected signs of life.
    “That boy was dead!” Tasia has a hand on her hip and tears in her eyes and is pointing her knife at his body. “He was dead, Markus! We watched him die! What the fuck is going on?”
    I shake my head. “Some disease or virus or something, I don’t know, but I think I know who does.”
    Tasia looks at me, question marks in her eyes.
    “Them boys outside with the big guns, shooting everyone down in the streets, they know.”
    “What makes you so sure?” She’s holding the bloody knife in a reverse grip, looking down the hallway and then walking over to the railing to check the floors below us.
    “They got here too quick. Shit started popping off and they was out there, setting up roadblocks, fully kitted out in less than twenty minutes.”
    “But how would they—” Tasia gasps. “The men I saw on the roof, that shit they were spraying, you don’t think…”
    “It’s a possibility. One of the only ones we got at the moment.”
    “But why? And how come we aren’t sick?”
    “You said you saw them and immediately turned off the A/C and sealed all the windows. How many folks didn’t?”
    “I just…wow…I can’t believe it.” She steadies herself against the railing. “People coming back to life and eating each other, what kind of fucked up shit—”
    “Now is not the time. We just need to keep our focus on getting the hell out of here. We can ask questions later. What we do know is that we’ve gotta get them in the head. You stabbed that boy…what…a dozen times? He didn’t even flinch. We’ve gotta get the brain, put em’ down for good.”
    She nods, still looking a little sick. “After you.” She waves a hand towards the stairs, eager for me to lead the way.
    We make it down to the thirteenth-floor landing. We’ve got our backs on either side of the door. I look to Tasia. She gives me a weak smile, waiting for my lead. I wonder how Alisa is gonna react when she sees us like this;