Free Contaminated: A Zombie Survival Novel by Suzanne Robb Page B

just as blind as his team. With this new development, he wanted to turn around, but knew the outcome of that choice. Instead, he opted to let them know what he knew.
    “The truth is this craziness is news to me as well. They didn’t tell me anything about reanimated people. The last we heard and saw was an explosion on Level 15, Dr. Covington’s lab. I can only assume whatever he was working on is the cause of this, which means if it spread this far, we have another fourteen levels of these things to deal with.”
    “Great, a suicide mission, so why don’t we just turn around?” Newell asked.
    Frank shook his head. “We do that, and Hooks will kill us for what we saw here, and then he will send in a new team. So pick your poison, continue on with me and maybe make it out alive, or quit and go back to face certain death.”
    None of the men left, but a few did grunt their hesitation. Frank continued to the door, expecting to use a small explosive device since an automatic lockdown had been engaged. The handle turned under his hand with no resistance.
    Crap, more problems , he thought to himself.
    “Isn’t that supposed to be locked?” Newell pointed out.
    “All I can say at this point is to be ready for anything. It won’t be long before we have guests on our tail,” Frank answered.
     

 
     
    Chapter 7 –
     
    Arthur let loose a spray of bullets aimed at the kneecaps of the dozen contaminated coming at them, disabling them first seemed like the best approach. One at a time, they were no threat, but a mob of this size would overpower them fast, and he had no intention of dying that way. As the ones he hit fell to the ground, they continued to claw their way to the group using the bodies of the fallen for traction.
    Arthur took a moment to make sure none of the nasty things snuck up on them, a door behind them opened and a contaminated came out in a pair of overalls coated with soot. Arthur aimed, and fired. The man fell to the ground, but another took his place. The one in a medical gown, which was open in the front, from the open Y-incision baring all of her internal organs to those present, it was apparent an autopsy of some sort had been interrupted. Arthur put a bullet in her head and watched as a woman in a mask, surgical gloves, and clear plastic goggles ambled his way. Her nametag said Watkins. Another blast from his gun, and another splatter pattern was on the wall.
    “Guys, we got a room behind us letting these things out like an assembly line,” Arthur warned.
    Dixon ejected another magazine out of his Sig and slid a fresh one in. Two rounds into the head of a man wearing a security uniform, with his right arm missing and thighs full of shrapnel from the grenade. Benson took out a woman near him, her lower jaw hanging on by a few tiny threads of flesh. Smith held the M4 in shaky hands and fired wide shots.
    Arthur made his way over to her when no more came out of the room behind them, and only a few remained on the ground grasping their way toward them on cracked fingernails and split fingertips. He shot a man he thought might be some sort of maintenance worker through the eye. The milky white orb popped like a zit and a rank smelling fluid spilled out.
    “Smith, hey, it’s me Arthur. How are you doing?”
    The woman stared at him, her eyes telling him everything – she was terrified.
    “Look, I know you’re scared. I’m about to wet myself, but you know what? This Dixon guy is pretty bad ass. He’s going to get us upstairs to your husband.”
    She grabbed his arm. “You really think so?”
    Arthur nodded, not wanting to commit to the lie any further. Smith straightened and fired a few shots into one of the contaminated on her right side, missing the head completely. Arthur saw Benson lift his Glock and aim it at the back of Dixon.
    “Benson! What are you doing? That’s Dixon, he’s not one of them,” Arthur yelled.
    Dixon spun and Benson lowered his weapon. The big guard narrowed his