David Wellington by Plague Zone

Author:Plague Zone [Zone, Plague]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Published: 2012-06-01T13:08:41+00:00

32.

Tim scrambled back down from the top of the truck. What he was going to do next he had no idea. The droolers from the medical container were still advancing—in a few seconds they would be on him. The droolers from the other side of the barricade could be anywhere.

He had to get away, had to get somewhere. The entrance to Safeco Field was close by but what would he find in there? A wide open baseball diamond with nowhere to hide, endless rows of seats full of nothing but ghosts.

The revolver in his hand felt heavy and useless. He could start shooting at random—he could probably take down the droolers, they barely qualified as moving targets. But there were more than six of them. They would be on him before he could reload, he was sure of that. The gun was dragging him down. He wanted to drop it, or throw it at the droolers marching steadily, silently toward him. He fought down that urge.

On the other side of the street a multi-story office building sat dark and unwelcoming, but it looked like its revolving door was still open. He dashed across the street and pushed against the glass doors, felt them yield under his weight. Behind him the droolers turned slowly, still coming toward him. Still possessed of no thought whatsoever except that he had to be destroyed, bitten, trampled. Tim spun into the dark lobby of the building and looked around for anything he could use to block the door behind him. A wooden bench stood next to a potted fern. When he tugged at it he found the bench wasn’t bolted down—that was a real lucky break. He got behind it and shoved and pushed it into one wedge of the revolving doors, leaving half of it hanging out into the lobby.

The droolers were already at the door. One pushed into the opposite wedge and shoved its face and shoulder against the glass, smearing the door with black slime. The door began to turn—and then stopped with a loud clunk. The bench kept it from traveling any further.

More droolers were coming up to the door, pressing against the plate glass windows that looked out into the street. Tim could still hear the siren wailing over by the dockyards, and a little light from there flickered on the faces of the infected. Otherwise the world might have frozen, time might have stopped. The droolers didn’t hammer on the glass, nor did they turn away. They just stood there, looking in at him. As he moved around the lobby their eyes tracked him.

He was safe—at least temporarily. He was also trapped inside the office building, no closer to his goal than he had been since he left the dockyards.

“Damnit,” he whispered. Then repeated the curse much louder.

What was he going to do now? He couldn’t get to SewardPark. The droolers beyond the barricade were just waiting for him to try. He couldn’t get back to the boat channel that was his rendez-vous, even if Sasha had been waiting for him there, and she wasn’t.

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