"You okay?" I ask Jamie.  "Yeah.  Just hit my head on the floor.  Thanks for saving my ***," she says.  "Not a problem," I say smiling.  "Hey!  Over here!" Pat yells.  I help Jamie to her feet, and we head over.  Pat has his light shining on a slightly open door with a man looking out.  "Are you guys cops?  Can you help me?" the man asks us.  "No we're not cops, but we can help you.  Were you bitten?" Pat says.  "No, thank God," the man says.  "We heard something down here, was that you?  How'd you survive?"  I ask. 

"Huh?  Oh yeah, well I was down here trying to hide, and these dogs found me.  I had to use all my strength to close the door while they tried to push in.  My name's Adam, by the way," The man answers.  "Nice to meet you Adam.  You'll be safe with us," Pat responds.  Adam comes toward us, and I see that all he's armed with is a crowbar.  Pat sees this too.  "Adam," Pat takes out his Mk23.  "You can use this until we find you a real weapon," Pat says to Adam as he hands over his pistol.

Adam takes it, nods, and drops his crowbar.  The noise resonates through the open and empty basement.  "Let's take care of these bodis and head upstairs.  This place kind of creeps me out," I suggest.  "Good idea.  At least now we cleared it.  We don't need to explore it," Pat says as we turn toward the pile of bodies in the middle of the floor.  Me and Pat both sever all the bodies' brainstems while Jamie and Adam stand guard. 

"Done.  Let's go," I say as I finish the last body.  We all turn to the stairwell, and go up to the second floor.  As we pass the door to the lobby floor, I look out the window, just to make sure our little method works.  All three bodies are exactly as we left them.  Once we get to the door for the second floor, Me and Pat take position on either side of the door.  I kick the door in, and we head to our opposite sides, and quickly look down the corridor.

There's a general hiss among six zombies down the hall as they discover their next potential meal.  "Hostiles!" I shout as I aim through my scope.  The hallway is sporadically lit with muzzle flash as we all open fire.  I aim at one zombie's head, and let loose four rounds.  As soon as I see the rounds hit their target, and blow it up, I adjust my aim to the head immediately behind it, but as I pull the trigger, a zombie grabs my gun, and six rounds fly hitting the ceiling.

I quickly punch the zombie in the face as it tries to bite my arm, and I whip out my baton and hit it in the back of the knee.  The zombie falls to a kneeling position, and I put my baton back in its pouch.  Then, I reach around the zombies neck with my left hand, and place my right on the back of its head.  I hear the sound of crunching bones as I twist my hands, and I let the zombie fall.

I recover my rifle and empty six rounds on my original target's head.  All is quiet but the sound of me reloading.  All six zombies are dead.