Veronica looks worried when she ventures ahead. Brad has lead the creature away.
She explores from one room to another one. There is no survivor. Not even a zombie or dead bodies. She wonders if that red blob has eaten them all.
Judging from the blood splashed on the walls and floors, this place had many casualties.
It would be impossible to slay all the zombies here with only the two of them.
She doesn't know to be grateful or fear that slimy beast.
One of the rooms are locked. There is no time to lockpick it. She simply shoots at the hinges and breaks them.
Shooting a lock might look cooler in a movie. It often won't work in reality.
A scream is heard from somewhere in the lab. Veronica looks backwards for a minute. Not aware of the door got opened from inside.
A zombie rushes and she avoids in the nick of time. Sadly she still got a scratch.
She unloads three bullets and ends the zombie researcher's career. He was trapped behind a locked door. That's how this zombie survived from the blob.
Brad strides with a bright smile on his face. Adrenalin rushes in his veins. He nearly died. That blob was faster than it looked.
It's a good thing he is a true foodie. He accidentally found Nitrogen gas can in one of the labs. He sprayed it and turned the blob into frozen ice cream.
His smile fades away when he notices his injured superior.
"Nike!"
"Brad... Shoot me..."
"No. You believed in me. You could do it too..."
"I can't... Pain..."
Brad looks around and grabs a skipping rope lying on a research table. Maybe one of the researchers were overweight fellow.
He ties her up and gags her mouth using a neck pillow.
"Nike...hang in there... You're the winner in life. Don't loose."
He rushes into the once locked lab and rummages around. Finally he finds some bottles in the fridge.
He takes them out with shivering hands. He curses when most of them got broken in his hands. Only one of them survived.
After surviving, his strength is stronger than before. He is still unable to control himself well.
He ignores his injured hands. He finds a clean syringe and injects the only anti virus left to her wrist.
The label is #4.
Chinese folks believe it's unlucky number because it sounds like death.
Brad shakes his head. He washes his hands and makes swift bandages on them. He carries her on his back. He ties her up like a rag doll.
Back to back.
It's safer than having her head faces his nape. Don't want to get bitten when he got distracted.
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This Ghost writer Is Too Attractive (End)
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