Here's a little snippet of what's in store:
Angie snapped her phone shut. She felt like crying.
Freeda put a hand on her shoulder. “I'm sure they're fine.”
They were both sitting on the nurse's desk, facing the doors. Corpses groaned and clawed at each of the three glass planes.
“Dead, huh?” said Freeda, staring at them.
“Yeah,” said Angie.
“So Jimmy was dead the whole time?”
Angie nodded and bit her thumb.
“Damn.”
Angie dropped her hand. “Yeah.”
“Dammit,” said Park, walking in from the empty hallway. “Moe looks awful. We have to get out of here.”
Mr. Paulson chuckled from his wheelchair. “And take him where, numbnuts, the hospital?”
“We know how to kill them,” said Park, nodding at the corpses clawing at the glass. “Why can't we just make a run for it?”
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