Half of the soldiers dropped out the window. They quickly secured the area, then waited for the refugees to come down. The girl was one of the last down, followed by her boyfriend and the rest of the soldiers. The line rubbed her hands raw and the descent was frightening and fast, but it was much better than being torn apart by zombies.
"Go, go, go," the commander ordered. The door in the room splintered with a sharp, very audible crack. Zombies crawled through the door and crowded around the windows. "Grael, Smith! Cover the windows behind us."
The girl looked back at the two determined soldiers as the commander hustled them out of the alley. Zombies were already dropping from the windows, and even the long fall didn't stop them. Those whose legs shattered with the impact simply dragged themselves onward, and more zombies dropped on top of them. The kept coming and coming, forcing the soldiers to back up slowly.
There's no way they're going to make it out of there alive. They knew that.
Blinking back tears, the girl followed closely behind her boyfriend. He had acquired an assault rifle and a pistol from a dying soldier along the way and had made good use of it.
The commander led them on. "We need to get back inside the building," he said. "There's fewer zombies in there and more defensible places. In addition, that's where the helicopters will land and more soldiers will come in. We need to be there because we have no other way to contact them."
The girl checked her phone. No service. There goes the cell phone towers.
"What about the radio?" her boyfriend asked.
"They shorted out," the captain said grimly. "There's some kind of interference. We do have these walkie talkies, though." They reached a hidden corner in nearby wall that was clear of zombies. For the moment at least. The commander brought them to a halt and surveyed the group. "But there's not enough walkie talkies for everyone." He quickly distributed the few he had. "Okay. Who knows how to shoot a gun?""
The girl hesitantly raised her hand. She liked shooting guns. But she didn't know if she could shoot one of those things.
"Just enough. We only have five extra guns." Each soldier had been carrying an extra gun from their dead comrades.
After making sure those who received guns knew what they were doing, the commander outlined his plan. "Is there a back way to that employee room?" he asked.
The girl spoke up. "Yes. On the first floor of the Wilk. There's a code on the door, but most of us know it." The others nodded in agreement.
"We're going to go there. There's limited entry points to that room, so hopefully the zombies haven't broken in there yet."
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