“Wake him up,
now,” Lilith’s voice and the alarm were both high pitched. Edward opened his eyes.
“How did they find
us?” Doc asked as he helped the unsteady Edward sit up.
“Who found us?”
Edward’s tongue felt thick and unmovable in his mouth.
“Zombies,” Rita,
who had just entered the room with extra weapons, replied.
“How many are
there? Edward asked as Doc and Lilith helped him off the metal table. His knees
buckled under him, the full effects of the drug still lingered on in his
system. “Am I dreaming?”
“No, you’re awake,
but I told you those pills would be a trip. Just give it a minute and you’ll be
fine,” Doc let go of Edward’s arm.
“There are thirty
to forty of them pounding on the outer door to our hideout. I recognized a few
of them…homeless souls who try to survive on the streets. Somehow they were
infected by the ones from the prison,” Rita explained as she handed a loaded
gun to Edward.
“Edward…you and
Scouter will need to make your way through the city to get to the base. Are you
up to this? You’ll have to leave at first light…I wanted,” Lilith was about to
say more, but she was distracted by a scream. She and Rita rushed out of the
room, leaving Edward time to check his face, which was bandaged.
“Will I be okay by
tomorrow?” Edward asked Doc.
“With the amount
of blood that you drank, I would say yes.”
Edward nodded, checked
his weapon, and then went looking for the others. They would probably need an
extra pair of hands to fight what was trying to break in. As he made his way
towards the yelling and gunfire, he saw that Rita was leading the children to
another area.
“Shoot for their
heads,” she said in passing.
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