Chapter 27October 14th, 2014
Bramson Bay
Most people don’t like touching dead things. I mean, even if it’s your job you probably still don’t enjoy it, and if you do I don’t want to know about it.
I didn’t have any choice. While I stood side-by-side with Lockwood, Dekker and Newton, blowing away dead things, more had come up the stairs behind us.
We’d come that way, but we should have been keeping an eye on it. We didn’t. Caught up in shooting zombies like they were fish in a barrel. Their bodies mounded on the hideously Seventies orange carpet that lined the hall. The lack of lights kept the details shrouded in shadow but that didn’t do anything for the stink of them, mingled with the smell of gunfire. Together it burned my nostrils.
But my nerves buzzed from burning the flying dead t
