Dawn of the Brain-Dead by D S Ritter

Author:D S Ritter [Ritter, D S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-30T04:00:00+00:00

To say the remaining police officers were on edge and unhappy would be an understatement. The two cops manning the counter were armed to the teeth with their fingers on their triggers, pale, stern and terrified. Their commanding officer was as ruddy as they were wan. A vein bulged in his neck. “What the fuck did you think you were doing?!” he demanded after waving them inside.

It was obvious these were not people to divulge border-line stupid plans to, so Sam said, “We were trying to get to safety? We’d heard people were being brought here so…”

“You nearly got your dumb asses shot, and I don’t have fucking time to goddamn babysit! It’s fucking Armageddon out there!”

Not even years of one of the worst customer service jobs could prepare Sam for these levels of yelling and vitriol. For an instant, she flashed back to her first Friday on the job, with cars lining up at her booth, the only booth still open in the structure, and the computer had frozen, and none of her trainers, in their infinite wisdom, had taught her how to restart it. The customer calling her fucking stupid in an angry, impatient tone, had been the last straw, and her emotional dam broke, sending her into sobs of frustration and helplessness.

That wasn’t what happened here, though. While she couldn’t brush this man screaming in her face off, what began to grow inside her was anger. Fuck people treating her like that. Just fuck them.

Her rage spread like a fire and she shifted her weight, straightened her spine. “Look, I get that you have a job to do, but you almost fucking killed me. You should take a second and think about how lucky you are that you didn’t, what with all these witnesses. Now, I’d be willing to forget you almost fucking murdered me, if you would take us to where ever you’re keeping the other survivors.”

Everyone was staring at her. The police, her friends, even Iris Black, though a ghost of a smile played at her mouth.

One man behind the counter sputtered to life. “I can take them back, Sergeant.”

Thoughts which had been forming behind the Sergeant’s stern and apoplectic face darkened it for a moment and then seemed to dissipate in favor of deescalation rather than a more nuclear option. “Fine. Briggs. Do it. And tell them to be quiet. We don’t want more of these weird fucks around the building.”

Briggs nodded, holstered his sidearm and opened the door that lead behind the counter. “Let’s go,” he said, waving them over, his voice high with nerves. “Come on, hurry up.”

They moved through the main sorting area, which was dank and full of shadows. The emergency lights were barely enough to keep anyone from bumping into the shelves of bins overloaded with mail. Sam’s vampire sight didn’t seem to do much in the half-light and she worried the effects of Alyssa’s blood might be fading.

In the back, they made their way down a windowless cinder block hallway to a door marked BREAK ROOM.

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