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Behind it, the second green-jumpsuited zom tore free of its bindings and hissed like a snake.
Benny backed away, his torch falling from his hand.
He spun and ran as fast as he could.
The zoms crawled over the others, dropped onto the metal deck, and ran after him.
Benny dove through the cargo bay hatch, across the narrow corridor, slammed into the cockpit door, jerked the handle hard, shoved his weight against it, jumped inside, slammed the door shut, and shot the handle back into place.
Then Tom spoke in his head for the first time in hours.
Some zoms can turn door handles.
Benny thought it was a slice of memory served up in a moment of need, but it still sounded like Tom was right there behind him.
He looked down at the handle.
It began to turn.
With a cry, Benny grabbed it and shoved it to the locked position. There was a shallow well around the handle so the whole door was flush.
The handle jerked and rattled with incredible force. This was not the fumbling of a zom, not according to everything Benny had seen. This was coordinated. This was powerful.
Benny thought he had already reached the limit of how high his terror could soar.
He was wrong.
He held on with one hand while he desperately scrabbled in his pockets for something he could use to wedge the handle in place. The only thing he had that was strong enough was his quieting knife.
Outside he heard the first screams as the freed zoms attacked the reapers.
With no choice left to him, Benny jammed the knife into the narrow slot between the handle and the steel door. He jammed it in hard until there was no give at all.
Instantly the zom gave up on the handle and began pounding on the door with insane fury.
Then nothing.
These memories replayed in Benny’s head in a second, and he heard the echo of Nix’s question.
“How?”
How had he let them out?
“Don’t ask,” he said, drawing his sword. “Come on . . . we have to get out of here and get these papers to Sanctuary.”
Together they edged away from the fight. They turned to make a dash for the safety of the woods.
Safety, however, was not theirs to have.
There was a zombie in the way.
He wore a bloody and torn green jumpsuit.
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RIOT DROVE THE QUAD LIKE SHE HAD A DEATH WISH.
The machine bounced and jounced and bucked as she pushed it to the limits of speed and maneuverability. Even belted in, Chong and Eve had to hold on for dear life.
