As if to prove a point (albeit only to himself) he lets in the next batch of corpses. There ’ s a definite surge forward when he opens the gate this time and many more get through than he intended. No matter. It ’ ll take a little longer to deal with them than planned, but he ’ s sure he ’ ll get through all of them in time.
The first few go down as quickly as expected, though it ’ s harder to see clearly what ’ s happening now because there are so many of the damn things swarming all around him. They each try to rush him, as if they can ’ t wait to be killed. The smell starts to affect him. He ’ s panting with the effort of this physical exertion, each time sucking in lungfuls of rank, foul-tasting air, tainted with stale rot and must and other, even more repellent smells. The dead are c
