Free Dead Ahead by Grant Park Page A

him access the main frame of the defence network and create the issues that were present, Cassie wasn’t surprised at all to see him here at all; James Macmillan was also present, he was the caretaker and had access to every part of the complex, he was a short balding man of ages with her father, they had been good friends for many years and it was Cassie’s father who had actually got him the job in the complex in the first place; lastly there was Brian Phillips, the geneticist from B wing, he was a young man, slightly younger than Cassie herself and a genius in his field, seeing Cassie was distressed he raised his slender form from his seat and offered it to her, asking if she was ok, she gratefully sat as her father locked the door again, walked calmly over and crouched beside her.
    “Cassandra?” Her father asked, “Are you ok? What’s happened?”
    She slowed her breathing and tried to calm her heart, “I don’t know, I just, I just had a run in with Harper earlier, and, and the door was locked, and I was worried that something had happened to you!” She steadied herself again with a deep breath.
    “Harper! Not that asshole again? Why I have a good mind to….” boasted Phillips. Though Cassie knew he didn’t really have it in him to do anything about it.
    “It’s ok,” Said Cassie, getting control of her emotions and placing her hand on Phillips’ arm, “I put Harper in his place, I just got a little upset by it is all.”
    “When you say you ‘put him in his place’ what exactly do you mean Cassie?” Cassie’s father knew of her abilities of ‘putting people in their place’, it, after all, had been him that had insisted on her training in aikido when she had been getting bullied whilst at school.
    “Let’s just say I dented his ego a little, that’s all.” She said innocently.
    “Hmph.” her father responded, unimpressed, “How did you get on with Sergeant Rigby?”
    “Oh! That’s the good news,” She replied happily, “It took a little convincing but he is on board. I told him to be ready for tomorrow around nine am. He said he should be able to find a couple of others to help us too. How are things coming along here?”
    Greg Woodward was rattling away on the computer keyboard as Cassie was speaking “We are just about done here too actually,” he said, still tapping the keys. He then stopped, leaned back and hit the return key dramatically, “I’m just running a little simulation right now to check everything is going to work just right, and we are done”
    “Really? That’s wonderful. Everything seems to be coming along nicely.” Cassie said cheerfully.
    “Yes,” said Sarah, “Greg here is quite a wizard on the old computer: he has really been doing most of the work on the Sellafield side of things, which has left the rest of us to put our collective minds on to how to get everyone else out of the complex safely as possible.
    “ Is that possible?” asked Cassie.
    “We believe so,” Answered Phillips, sliding a map of the complex closer to Cassie allowing her to see more clearly “You see; when we leave from the loading bay up here in the north of the complex, we will jam the doors open allowing the zombies access to the facility,”
    “How do we know there will be enough zombies outside to infiltrate the bunker properly,” interjected Cassie, “and how do we know they will actually go deeper into the complex? Do they know how to use doors?”
    “Oh that’s the genius part. But I will let your father tell you, it was his idea”
    “It’s quite simple my dear,” Her father said, “Greg has managed to set the external alert to sound at around one in the morning, he assures me that it will be quite inaudible to all of us in the complex, but to every member of the undead within a mile or so it will act like a beacon drawing them to this very spot, well, I say this spot, though the actual alert horn is contained within a small building around one hundred yards