ISISRAXTOSA: Nowhere To Run

Chapter Twelve: The Mission

"We got back into Mr. Sanders' apartment. Jill and I were still crying. I couldn't believe it. How could we have lost? As much as I have known, I have never seen a movie where zombies climbed. Except in World War Z, but that was zombies climbing on zombies. These zombies were not climbing on top of each other. They were climbing up a rope, or a wire in this case.

In the episode of Doctor Who called New Earth, some humans resembled zombies, who climbed up an elevator shaft, but they were not zombies, only the infected. Of course, there were zombie episodes of Doctor Who, but they were nothing like these zombies we are facing. More of a joke.

"Now that we're safe from the zombies, what do we do?" I asked

"I don't know. We don't have anyone to help us anymore. Mr. Sanders is gone and..." Jill started crying some more.

I walked over to the computer. It was still on, which was good. I checked out the Ethernet cord. It was very long. It was not getting any power sent to it. I followed the cable to where it went in the building. It brought me to a small hole in the ground. "This must bring me to the older ladies apartment downstairs." I thought. I had to find a way to get the Internet working again.

I looked around the room where Jill was. She must have cried herself to sleep. That was good. I didn't want to tell her I was leaving. She would freak out if she knew I was leaving her alone and going down to a zombie-infested area, simply for the Internet.

If we didn't have the Internet, I wouldn't find locations in the area for items we could use. It was a good thing I still smelled disgusting. I took another glob of zombie goo and spread it on me, merely for safe keeping. It was located in the hallway.

I took my Katana and slowly opened the doorway to the staircase to the next level down. No zombies were there. It was dark though. I wish the lights worked in this room. It worked everywhere else. I'm guessing it blew out and maintenance wasn't able to fix it. Or it's not on the same grid as the rest of the building. It should be. It's a solar panel.

I made it slowly to the bottom. Stepping over the dead along the way. When I made it to the bottom, I opened the door again slowly. There were a few wandering around the hallways. It was bright enough for me to see them. Thank God, the lights were not broken here. I had my Katana out just in case one tried to attack me. Which none did.

If I were correct, the room the old lady lived in would be directly below Mr. Sanders' room. So I chose the same doorway as his, was above. It was locked. As I suspected. There were only two things to do. I had to find the master key to get in the doorway or start picking the lock.

Since the master key was on the bottom level and I was on the... I don't know forty-something-ish floor. I wasn't going to go down there, just find, maybe nothing. I started picking the lock with one of my Bobby Pins. Yes, I am using Bobby Pins. I had to find some way to keep this hair out of my eyes. I wasn't going to cut it. Maybe someday, I might get it trimmed. But not sure when. Perhaps when the whole Zombie Apocalypse is over. Phhh... like that's going to happen?

I pulled apart one Bobby Pin so that it is a long, flat metal piece. I was making a pick. I stripped off the rubber knobs on the ends with my teeth. If I didn't, they would only get in the way. I stuck the pin into the lock. I have picked locks before. Usually with a paperclip. But since I didn't have one. The Bobby Pin will do. I can always get a new one.

While I picked, I kept glancing back at the zombies. They were freaking me out. I stopped picking and ended up taking me Katana, and chopping up the only zombies there in half, and cutting off their heads. I then made sure the other doors were locked and shut. Now I can work in silence. Which was too silent.