Nighshift 63: Sheriff's Office

[fourstonewalls]

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The door was locked, but just with a latch; the credit card they'd issued her for the trip was worth far more sliding down the thin space between jamb and door than it had been earlier. The latch clicked, and the door swung open with a loud creak.

Lana held the door open, gesturing for everyone to come in. In her other hand she'd grabbed one of the waiting-line chairs and was holding it, ready to jam it under the doorknob. As long as they were all inside before the zombies arrived, they'd be fine.

That was, of course, assuming the office was empty.

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[fourstonewalls]

A stapler wasn't going to do Lana that much good against a zombie, but it was better than nothing. And she'd seen people killed with less -- a sharp blow to the head was easier than most people thought. Not quite as effective on things that could walk around with their brains rotting and falling out, but enough damage and they'd go down as well.

She stepped in and put her hand on the knob, just where Leanne's had been, and threw a smirk at Harvey. "On my mark, " she called out. The zombie -- let's be optimistic and assume there's only one -- already knew they were there; whether by sound or smell, it didn't matter, so synchronizing their attack could only help. When everyone was looking at her, she started the countdown. "Three, two, one, mark." She pulled open the door, stepping behind it so that she might have a fighting chance of closing it again.

The smell of rotting flesh rushed out, followed quickly by its source. A badge on its breast hung from the tattered remnants of a dress shirt, and Lana shuddered. She would rather not have thought about the fact that these were people, once.

[dividedby]

Wasn't all that surprising to find that the group wasn't alone in this place. At least it was only one moaning remnant of a human and not an entire group. Four against one - and the one seemed to be mostly dead already. This shouldn't be much of a challenge.

Zero took Harvey's lead and armed himself with one of the desk chairs; certainly, something like that would do far more damage to an enemy than his coat would. Then it was only a short wait before Lana pulled the door open, putting everyone face to face with their enemy.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't a physical form that struck Zero the moment the door was opened, but a wave of smell that caused his stomach to grow queasy. Just because he was used to seeing corpses didn't mean he was used to their smell...and what a smell it was. Still, despite its strength, it wasn't enough to immobilize him. As the zombie moved out of its hiding place, Zero moved as well, stopping only a short distance away before pulling the chair in his hands back in preparation for a swing.

It didn't matter what this thing was (or used to be)... All that mattered now was that it was in their way, and it was going to be terminated for that.