Free Apocalypse Z by G. E. Swanson Page B

arm up and slammed his elbow down across bridge of the guard’s nose as hard as he could. His legs wobbled and he fell to the floor. Jeff straddled the guard, picked him up by the collar of his shirt, and punched him in the face two more times in rapid secession.
    With blood flowing from his nose, the guard begged, “Please, no more.”
    Jeff looked over at Jet; she was wincing and rubbing the back of her head. Jeff felt an anger growing inside him. Gritting his teeth, he said, “This is for hurting my girlfriend.” Then he punched him in the face even harder, causing blood to spatter on the front of his shirt. He looked at his hand that was covered with the guard’s blood and said, “And this is for bleeding on my fist.” He hit him in the face once more and the guard went completely limp. Jeff let go of his shirt and let him fall to the floor with a thud. Reaching down, he wiped the blood from his hand on the guard’s clothes.
    Jeff gently ran his hand over the back of her head. “Are you alright?”
    She looked up at him and smiled as she said, “Yeah.”
    Jeff pulled the guard into a nearby janitor’s closet and cuffed him to the sink’s drainpipe. Jet took the mop and quickly cleaned up the blood in the hallway. As they closed the door, Jeff made sure it was locked.
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    Lisa and Sheryl went into room 344 to wait for Sam, but he was already there with a small bottle of oil in his hand.
    “Are you ladies ready?” he asked as he held it up.
    Sheryl took the bottle from his hand. “We sure are.”
    He turned to Lisa. “I thought you wanted some too?”
    Nervously she said, “Uh… yes… I do.”
    Sam waited for Lisa to come closer then he heard Sheryl. “Hey, Saaaammm, Aren’t you going to rub it in?”
    He looked back over and was unable to move. Sheryl had her scrub shirt off and had oil running down over her breasts. He stuttered, “Uh… uh… yeah.”
    Lisa quickly picked up a metal bedpan from the counter and slammed it down on the crown of his head. It made a loud ping when it hit and he dropped to the floor with a thud. She gasped and her eyes got big. Stepping back, she said, “Oh my gawd! I think I killed him.”
    Sheryl wiped the oil off with a towel and put her scrub shirt back on then ran over to check for a pulse. “No, he’s alive. He’ll just wake up with one hell of a headache. Quick, get his clothes off and help me drag him over by the bed.”
    They took his handcuffs, ran them around the frame of the bed, and cuffed his wrists. Sheryl went through his pockets. She took a folding lock-blade knife, a set of keys, and his notebook. Placing the keys and knife in her side pocket, she started flipping through the notebook. On the inside front cover, she found the keypad codes to all the doors. Lisa stuffed his socks into his mouth and ran some cloth tape around his head to hold them in place.
    They started for the door; Lisa stopped and said, “Wait.” She ran back over to Sam. “This is for the crap you pulled in the ER.” She pulled off his boxer shorts and placed them over his head, backward. She looked down at his groin and gasped, then started to laugh. “Oh my gawd!” She turned to Sheryl. “You weren’t kidding, were you?” Sheryl started to chuckle. Lisa patted him on the chest and said, “You poor man, it looks like a little baby string bean.”
    Sheryl said to Lisa, “I have to do something real quick before we leave. Go get Todd and Amy. I’ll meet you by the pharmacy door in a few.”
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    Mark and Dedee made it back to the stairwell and worked their way down to the second floor. Quietly walking down the hallway, they heard people talking and had to duck into a room. Mark kept the door cracked open and watched as a group of three nurses walked up the hallway. One of them was talking about a missing nurse and the other two kept nodding their heads.
    After the nurses had passed and turned down another hallway, they went back out. They took a