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police siren out of speakers attached to the roof. The noise
sped Kyle up, as he didn't want to be around the truck when the horde showed up.
Standing outside the truck, he put one hand on the break, using his other to
put the big truck in drive. He felt it start to move and pressed harder on the
brake pedal. He then placed the brick on the pedal and wedged it down. Before
he had time to consider, the Tahoe jumped forward, knocking Kyle in the side of
the chest and out of the vehicle.
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    James watched as the big white Tahoe sped off, Kyle still
stuck inside it. Kyle, not quick enough to get out or not realizing what was
going to happened, was hit by the door jam and thrown backwards, the back tires
barely missing his head as the vehicle accelerated without a driver.
      James took a knee and examined Kyle; out cold. Kyle
hadn't told him his plan, James hadn't even wanted to know at the time, but it
seemed obvious now. James leaned down, grabbing the back of Kyle's collar and
dragged him inside of the open gate. James didn't check on the moving truck or
look to see if the diseased found the road. He just acted, getting it done.
    James slammed the gate shut, picked up a heavy chain left
on the ground, and weaved it through both sides of the gate. He found an open
lock and clicked it shut, sealing himself and Kyle inside the wobbly fence. He
picked us Kyle's rifle and pack in one arm, grabbed the still unconscious Kyle
with the other and started dragging him across the parking lot, to the white
building near the water.
    The building was only one story and wasn't big from the
outside. A pair of glass doors served as the entrance. Surrounding the building
was a small attempt at a flower garden, though only a few scraggily trees were
planted. James threw the bags to one side and laid Kyle down in the empty
flower garden, placing the bags over his inert form. He needed to be able to
have his hands free for the next part. He placed both rifles next to Kyle and
pulled out the short sword that Kyle wore. He also pulled out a large, black
bladed knife he kept on his hip and entered the building.
    The glass door pulled back without a sound, a small gust of
rancid, stale air filling his lungs as he inspected the inside of the darkened
building. He couldn't see much. In front of him, an empty reception desk sat in
disarray, next to it another doorway that led to the main building. James let
the door close, keeping his hand on it to stop it from closing too quickly. He
faced the open doorway and moved to the side, getting a better angle to look
into the building. Shadows mixed with beams of sunlight to give the large room
an unearthly feeling. James moved forward, needing to get this over with.
    The next room, the main space of the office, was a large
room converted into a working area, complete with portioned work spaces made
from chest, high movable walls. A standard office. The main aisle, directly in
front of James, was situated between a wall and the work area. Down the aisle,
grouped together on the floor, four diseased waited. Their heads snapped up as
James’ boot scuffed a cable cover lying on the floor. James watched the four
diseased stand, lift their heads in the air and advance towards him. He moved
slightly to the left, placing his back near one of the walls, and waited for
them to come.
    The dark room didn't make it easy for James to make out
details, but he could see all four of the diseased wore a similarly dark blue
uniform, with their names stitched on them. Coast Guard. James watched the four
closing on him, his heart starting to beat quickly, like it always did before
he entered a fight. It was an old, comfortable feeling, one he hadn't felt it a
long time and part of him relished it, like welcoming an old friend home. The
downside was the fear it came from, which James easily pushed aside. He'd faced
worst. The four diseased almost seemed hesitant at first, unsure of what they'd
found. Then, as if a switch had been