“What’s that noise?” Rita asked as Morgan re-entered the office.
“They’re, uh, they’re cutting at the loading dock door. Sounds like a power saw.”
“They’re going to get in?” Rita tried to move but then clutched at her leg again.
“Probably, yes. But I called for help.”
“The police? But I thought –“
“No, my neighbor.”
“What’s he gonna do?”
“He’ll get us out of here.”
Before Rita could ask anything else, there was a loud crash as metal made sudden contact with the ground.
“They’re in.” Morgan leaned her back against the door.
“They’re going to kill us!”
“Maybe. I don’t think they’re here for us.”
“Yes. Whatever that drug trial was… Whatever it did to them… That’s what they want. I’d bet my life on it.”
There was shouting in the hallway now. Morgan put a finger up to her lips and pressed her ear against the door to try and hear what was being said.
“Help me with this!”
“Get the ropes ready!”
“Everyone get set!”
Thuds echoed down the hall, Morgan assumed from the filing cabinets being pushed out of the way.
“On the count of three!”
“They’re about to let them loose,” Morgan whispered.
“We need to move!”
“To the breakroom. There’s a fire exit, at the back of the pantry. It’s also around a corner. We can hide there ‘til your friend comes.”
“You never mentioned the fire exit before –“
“Help me up.”
Morgan swallowed her objections and hoisted Rita out of the chair, taking on most of her weight. They cracked the office door and peaked out. There was an undulating mass of bodies down at the end of the hall in front of the OR. The men were wrestling against the reanimated bodies, attempting to subdue them. The cadavers were proving to be quite strong.
“Quick, while they’re busy.” Rita nudged Morgan forward.
They took off in the opposite direction at as fast a pace as Rita’s injury would allow. Rita was gasping and whimpering with each step, but she refused to slow down. They were turning the corner, the breakroom doors in sight, when Rita slipped from Morgan’s arms. Morgan spun around and stifled a shriek.
A corpse was pawing at Rita, crawling up her body, jaws snapping, drool and blood dripping from his lips. Rita attempted to push him away, but it was no good. He bit her hand, tearing a chunk of skin away as she swiped at his face. Then he clamped down on her arm, pulling skin and muscle away from the bone. Rita screamed, but he didn’t stop there. He continued until his face was even with hers and took a bite out of her cheek.
Morgan was rooted to the spot, mouth hanging open. Then one of the black-masked men rounded the corner and shot the body on top of Rita. The bullet passed through the zombie’s back and into Rita’s chest. They both quit fighting and lay limp on the floor.
The noise startled Morgan out of her trance. She took another step back, eyeing the man’s gun as he raised it towards her face. But before he could pull the trigger, another zombie crawled around the corner and took him down at the knees.
“Fuck!” the man yelled, but Morgan took the opportunity to sprint the rest of the way to the breakroom and didn’t see what happened next. There were two gunshots, but the man was already yelling in pain. She didn’t look back.
She locked the door behind her and began shoving all the furniture across the room to block the door. Once she’d moved everything she could manage alone, she collapsed against the opposite wall and pulled out her phone.
“I’m two minutes away,” Dale said when he picked up.
“Zombies,” Morgan sobbed out the word.
“There’s zombies. In the morgue. They got Rita.”
Dale didn’t respond right away. Morgan tried to catch her breath as he decided whether or not to believe her.
“Are you safe?” He said at last.
“Hang tight. Find a weapon.”