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Critical Mass
The elevator opened on Zone Five. I steered the Hummer out into the corridor. The exhaust roared and boomed off the hard rock walls and the Hummer fishtailed on the slippery blood floor as I weaved around dead infecteds. I just about held it together. The corridors were loooong, so I could get up to speed fast, yanking on the handbrake and sliding it sideways into the turn. I stopped the Hummer and listened out over the chugging engine. I heard screams coming from the far end of a corridor: the Mountain View Restaurant. I floored it, all those horses pinning me back into the tan leather seat. I punched the nose straight through the swinging doors to the restaurant, annihilating both. It was more like a gigantic bistro canteen than a restaurant, full of upturned tables, s
