Zombies! Episode 2 - Abby's Bad Day Read Online Free PDF Page B

confirmed.
"Dr. Mancina and I arrived just before you went into the room."
     
    "Are they out there, all three of them?"
     
    "They're gathered around the door."
     
    "Can you help us?"
     
    Heron looked to Mancina, but of course he was
only hearing one side of the conversation. "We'll do our best. In
the meantime, I think you're safe. I've had some experience
with….well, with zombies. I don't think they're capable of opening
doors. There is another problem, however, and I need you to listen
very carefully and reveal nothing to the others as I say this."
     
    "Okay," she said and he could hear the change
in her voice.
     
    "You have an injured woman in there with you.
Was she bitten?"
     
    "Yes."
     
    "The bite spreads an infection. She'll only
last a few hours at most before turning. Hopefully we'll have you
out well before then."
     
    "What should we do if you don't?"
     
    "I can't tell you what to do while she's
alive but if she turns you need to destroy her brain. Find yourself
a weapon and be ready."
     
    "Okay, I…"
     
    "Is that the cops?" someone in the background
called. "I need to speak with them." Then someone grabbed the phone
away from Dr. Leke and Heron was on with a young man.
     
    "Hello?" said the man. "Are you a cop?"
     
    "I'm Detective Heron. Could you put Dr. Leke
back on please?"
     
    "Listen," said the man. "My names Peter
Ventura. I'm the one who locked down the ER but one of the guards
got out before the doors shut."
     
    Heron swallowed hard but said nothing.
     
    "He was bitten, man!" Peter shouted. "Do you
understand me?"
     
    "I understand you," Heron answered. "Please
put Dr. Leke back on."
     
    "You don't get it…"
     
    "I get it! Now give the phone to Dr.
Leke."
     
    Ventura went quiet and Heron could just
picture the look on the boy's face. In a moment, though, Dr. Leke
was back on the phone.
     
    "I'm sorry, Detective," she said. "We're all
obviously very tense. Peter only means well."
     
    Heron immediately returned to his original
tone of voice. "He did the right thing locking down the ER and
telling me about the guard. I need to go and take care of that
situation. Do you know the guard's name?"
     
    "Todd Mayfield."
     
    "Thanks." Heron hung up the phone. When he
turned, there was a uniformed officer standing with Dr.
Mancina.
     
    "What's your name?" Heron asked the
officer.
     
    The young man looked a bit flustered. "Culph,
sir."
     
    Heron looked at Mancina. "One of your
security guards, a Todd Mayfield, got out before the lock down went
into effect. He was bitten."
     
    Mancina went white. "Good God."
     
    "I need you to address your entire staff.
Mayfield needs to be found." He turned to Culph. "You go out and
tell your superiors that I want every exit covered. Nobody goes in
or out. Set up a two block perimeter. Cops only. I don't want the
reporters in here."
     
    Culph took off at a run and Mancina was
already on the phone. Heron was breathing heavily, trying to figure
out what to do next. Abruptly, he went for the phone again and
dialed the extension for the exam room.
     
    ***
     
    MARIE was starting to become feverish.
Peter and Patricia had done their best with the wound. There wasn't
much in the way of supplies in the exam room. Most of what they
used in there was brought in on carts. The poor woman lay on the
bed and sobbed for Jane.
     
    Dr. Leke hung up the phone and turned to
Peter. "He apologized for yelling. He said to thank you."
     
    "Oh." Peter looked uncomfortable. "Well all
right then."
     
    Suddenly remembering the bag on her shoulder,
Abby reached in and took out her phone.
     
    "Who are you calling?" Dr. Leke asked in a
none too friendly tone of voice.
     
    Abby looked up at her. "I'm calling my
husband, if you don't mind."
     
    Dr. Leke seemed unsure of herself even as she
tried to present a bold and confident facade. "Maybe we should
discuss it with the police before we start making outside
calls."
     
    "Yeah," Abby agreed, nodding. "Maybe." Then
she began to