Life After The Undead (Book 2): Death to the Undead (38 page)

Quinn
placed
his
hands
on
the
tiles
and
pushed.
His
face
turned red,
and
small
grunts
escaped
from
his lips.
The
wall
didn’t
move.
He
straightened
up with a
huff.

“I
don’t
think it opens.”

“It
has to. There
has
to
be
other
ways
to
access
this
place.
How
did they
put
whatever
into those
observation
rooms?” I
gestured
toward the
empty
rooms with
my
good
hand.

“I
don’t
know what to tell
you,
Krista.
I
can’t open
the
door.”

“Then
break
through
the
tile,”
Pam
suggested.

Quinn
and
I
glanced
at
her
for
a
moment.
“Good
idea.”

Quinn
raced
to the
end
of
the
room
and disappeared
out the
door.
The
three
of
us
waited
for a
moment,
silent, wondering
what
he
was
doing. He
returned
a
moment
later
with
a
rock in his
hand.

The
stone
crunched
against the
wall,
the thud
reverberated
through
the
room.
Bits
of
dirt
and small
pebbles
stuck to the
tile.
He smacked
the
wall
again,
harder.
The
rock
fell
to the
ground.
Quinn shook
his
hand,
sucking
in a
sharp
breath.

“Here.”
I
reached
around
my
neck
and
pulled
the
sling
strap
over my
head.
“Put
it in
here
and
swing
it.”

Quinn took the
sling
from
me
and
secured
the
rock
inside.
Holding
my
wrist
up with
my
other
hand,
I
stepped
back.
I
didn’t want to
get
smacked.

Quinn swung
the
rock
over his
shoulder
and
into the
wall.
The
thud
was
loud,
followed
by
a
sharp
cracking
sound.
Lines
appeared
in
the
tile.
He
swung
again.
Part
of
the
white wall
collapsed
inward.
One
more
swing
and
he’d
have
a
hole. The
tile
clinked
onto the
floor
between
the
walls.
He
knelt
down
and
stared
through
the hole.

“Yep.
I
see
the handle.
It’s
definitely
a
door.”

Cautiously,
he
reached
his
hand
through. After
making
a
few
faces
and
grunting,
a
click
resounded,
and
the door
swung
open.
We
stared
into the new
dark
room
for
a
moment.

“Maybe
we
shouldn’t
go
in
there.” Tanya’s
voice
was
quiet,
shaky. “Maybe
this door
was
secret
for a
reason.”

I
rolled
my
eyes.
“I’m
sure
it
was
just a safety
precaution.
If
the
people
weren’t
supposed
to be able to
go
through
it,
why
have
it
at
all?” I
unholstered
my
weapon.

“Here,
take
this back.”

Quinn dumped the
rock
out of
my
sling.
He
attempted
to brush the dirt
fragments
out, but
I
felt them
on
my
skin
when
I
placed
my
arm
in.
I’d
worry
about
that
later.
Curiosity
about
what
was
in the
other
room
was
more
pressing
than a
few
pebbles
digging
into
my
flesh.
I
stepped
forward.

The room
was
cooler
than the
other. Goosebumps
formed
on
my
skin.
Sunlight
streamed
in
from
high
above,
lighting
the opposite
side of
the opening
in
a
gray
hue.
I
clicked
on
my
flashlight.
The
beam barely
illuminated
half
the
room. Actually,
room
might
not be
the
best
way
to describe
the
place.
Cave
was
more
like
it.
The
walls
were
rock,
and
the
ceiling
rose
to a point. The
floor
was
smooth
concrete,
but
otherwise,
we
were in a
mountain.
The
place
was
immense.
I
bet at
least
three
helicopters
and
several Hummers
could
fit in
there
without touching
each
other, along
with
years
’ worth of
supplies.
Our footsteps
echoed
eerily
through the
place.
There
wasn’t much in there
at
the
time.
Did
they
take
it
all
when
the zombie
attacks
first
started?
Or
was
it
never
there
to
begin
with?

The
four
of
us
glanced
around the
room.
It
wouldn’t
take
long
to sweep, there
weren’t
too many
places
for
anything
to
hide,
although a
few
crates
lined
the
far
walls.
Pam
felt
around
the wall
near
the
door. A
click
sounded,
and
sick
orange
lights
clicked on. They
barely
illuminated
the
room,
but it
was
better
than
nothing.
Something
scuttled
to our
right.

Instantly
on
high
alert, we
all
spun
around,
guns
up
and
ready.
Quinn
pointed
at
himself
and
Pam,
then in the
direction
of the
sound.
They
were
going
to
check
it out,
Tanya
and
I
were
to stay
behind.
It
didn’t make
me
happy,
but
I
nodded.
The
two slowly
walked off.

A
dragging,
followed
by
a
snort
sounded.
The
hair
on the
back
of
my
neck stood up,
my
muscles
tensed.
It
could’ve
been a
dog,
maybe
another
animal.
It
sounded
like
one. But
how would
they
have
gotten
down
there?
And how
would
they
have
survived?
It
was
wishful
thinking,
I
knew
that.

Quinn
and
Pam
were
within ten
feet
of the
crates
against
the
wall.
Quinn
signaled,
indicating
he
was
going
to the
right.
Pam stopped,
flanking
his
left
side. He
stepped
up to the
crate.
The
moan
was
loud, unearthly
in
the
confined
space. But
it
was
nothing
compared
to
the
gun
shot.
My
ears
rang. Instinctively,
I
swung
around
and
scanned
the
area
behind
Tanya
and
me to make
sure
no other
creatures
snuck
up on us. I
strained
my
ears,
waiting
for
more
creatures to
emerge
from the shadows,
for
us to be
surrounded.
My
heart
thumped
in
my
chest.
Moments
passed. Nothing.
I
turned back to the
others.