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Zombies

"Can you believe this shit?" Archer took cover behind the concrete pillar. They would be over run soon, forced to venture up and up each staircase of the dilapidated structure. The lights didn't flicker anymore. It was a miracle archer's group found another crew of people with souls still intact. And even more bizarre that this group was all wearing matching jackets. Who has time for that? A few seconds after pressing against the cold concrete, it was time to move. More than half a magazine left, this wasn't the time to reload. "Hit the fire exit, we'll barricade the door!" Rita yelled, executing control over all of the survivors. After years of this, everybody seemed to know how to move, and the individuals of the two crews blended together as they pressed away from the swarm. Archer felt overwhelmed; twenty or so allies against a hundred or so zombies. The lobby of this building, which might not have looked much better in its heyday than now, was narrow enough that the zombies had to funnel. This styptic effect might have been the only reason the crews were able to get up from the basement without any losses. Archer backed slowly to the door, shoulder to shoulder with her battle buddy. They released shot after shot, aiming nowhere but the head. With each breath archer took in, she shifted slightly to another target, pulling the trigger with each exhale. The spray of black tar-like fluid and fragments of yellow bone did not haunt her anymore. She heard the long handle of the emergency exit door get pushed in, and with a slight pop the door was open. She and her buddy were probably six feet away. No gunfire echoed in the stairwell, no shouts of emergency and scrambled footsteps back out the door. The stair way was clear! Steadily backing up still, the shots that flew past Corpses turned to bone but seeing it wasn't optimistic.