Free Contaminated: A Zombie Survival Novel by Suzanne Robb

from that moment on, the infection spread quickly. The moment for him to put his plan into action. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and dialed.
    “ Yeah ,” a gruff voice answered.
    “It’s Simard. I need you to get the team ready. You go in as soon as your feet hit the ground.”
    “ Yes, sir .”
    A knock sounded on his door before it swung open and someone from the tech department rolled in with several monitors and wires to hook them up. Ten minutes later, six monitors skipping through the various floors at random lined the back of Marshall’s office.
    The sound quality was poor, but there was no mistaking the screams for help and gunfire, when the system switched to a new floor. The technician tried to steal a look, but Marshall thanked him and ushered him out.
    Marshall had one last call to make. As he dialed the number, he watched as over two dozen men in full gear fell to the ground.
    “Collins,” a male voice answered.
    “It’s me, I need you to make sure all the locking mechanisms are disengaged for the team going up, and the one going down, but don’t let either of them backtrack.” Marshall played with a pen as he watched someone slowly corner another and attack them, then rip them apart with their teeth.
    Interesting turn of events , he thought.
    “Monitoring now, if you need anything else let me know,” Collins said.
    “One thing, what’s going on with the lights? I thought you said we’d have control over them,” Marshall asked in an annoyed tone. He’d adjusted his monitors several times before he realized it wasn’t an issue on his side.
    “I’ll look into it, but my guess is the generator was over worked after the explosion. I have minimal control.”
    Marshall sighed. “That will have to do for now, we have other tricks up our sleeves to set in motion later.” Marshall hung up with a smile.
    On one of the screens, a spray of blood covered the camera and he leaned back. This was better than a movie, he thought.
    ***
    Frank repelled down the elevator shaft and two hundred feet later came in contact with the top of the elevator carriage. He shook his pack off and switched on a small light attached to his mask. The pry bar was cold in his hands for the first few minutes but warmed up.
    Using all his strength, he jammed it into the emergency exit on the roof. Seconds later, it popped open. With a sigh, he dropped into the elevator as the other members of his team landed on the roof. Lightfoot stood next to him a moment later and the both of them put the claw tool into position and eased the doors open.
    Easy part done, now they faced the first of many barriers, at least this was non-lethal , Monroe thought.
    He tapped on the metal not really knowing why. On a whim, he grabbed the emergency tool for opening elevators, shoved it, and then hammered until he made some headway.
    The others stood behind him and he felt their stares. A snicker caught his attention and he knew it was Carson, because he’d been acting like an ass since he arrived. Frank knew he’d have to make sure the guy understood the situation and who was in charge, but it wouldn’t matter if he couldn’t get these doors open.
    Lightfoot stepped next to him and with a grin, took the other side of the claw and pulled. To the shock of all men present, Frank most of all, the doors actually moved.
    “Carson and Newell, help Lightfoot, Felt and Grimwood, get on my side,” Frank ordered.
    “Wait, we should put our masks on just in case this actually works,” Felt said.
    Frank nodded and waited as everyone secured their gear in place. As soon as they finished, they went to work on the door.
    The progress was slow but consistent. Within ten minutes, they had the bombproof doors open. Frank ignored the voice in the back of his head warning him not to proceed further. The voice warning him this was a set-up of some type that had been put into motion while the place was under construction, most likely earlier if he were