The Army of the DeadI punch the cycle button and the airlock goes to work. Powerful fans in the ceiling suck the mist from the chamber and I'm sprayed with disinfectants from nozzles in the walls. The fans reverse, and clean air flows in. At least that's what my suit sensors inform me. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but after all we've seen today, I wouldn't be surprised if the chamber had filled with liquid nitrogen.
Ten seconds later the pressure has stabilised, and the suit tells me it's safe to remove my helmet. f**k it. Let's live a little. If the air is poisoned, it will save me from having to take orders from Tyrus.
I drop my rifle on its sling and flip the release handles on my collar. I twist the helmet to unfasten it.
“What are you doing, Perez?”
“Relax, Aeryn. I know wha
