Regeneration (Mad Swine Book 3) by Pajak Steven

Author:Pajak, Steven [Pajak, Steven]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: undead, z nation, zed, dystopian, end of the world, post apocalyptic, zombie, infected, living dead, apocalypse
Publisher: Permuted Press
Published: 2015-07-21T04:00:00+00:00

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After using strips of the dead man’s flannel shirt to tie up and gag the woman, we traded candle light for darkness as we slipped quietly from Kappy’s office into the corridor. With no windows, no light reached the confined space. To our right was the rear exit, directly across from us were two small bathrooms, and down the hall on our left was the kitchen, and beyond that, the main dining room. Using hand signals, I indicated my intention to check the bathroom on the right.

I crossed the corridor in two steps and slowly pushed the door inward, stepping into the restroom. With my flashlight cupped in one hand, the 1911 held out in front in the other, I swept to the right and saw my own reflection in the mirror above the double vanity. Turning away quickly, I scanned the restroom. Two urinals, separated by a small panel. A fold down baby changing station on the wall beside two hand driers. At the rear the only stall, a large one, to accommodate the handicap. Of course, the door was closed.

Only my breathing and the sound of my boots broke the silence as they tread across the tacky porcelain tile. To my own ear, these sounds were loud, exaggerated. If there was anyone in the crapper, for sure they were aware they were not alone. Yet I continued my approach in stealth mode, or as stealthily as I could given I was a mouth breather with sticky boots.

Standing now in front of the door, I reached out with the hand that held the flashlight and pulled the door, stepping back at the same time to move out of the way as it swung. Instead, the door made a clacking sound as it bounced against the frame, and then it opened slowly into the stall, vibrating as it moved on its hinges. Shaking my head at my own stupidity, I moved rapidly into the stall. My flashlight revealed an empty toilet.

Trying to calm my nerves, I took a deep breath, then gagged and almost coughed. In here, the smell of stale urine and feces was pungent. Leaving the stall, I started toward the door to the hallway then froze as it swung open and the beam of a flashlight pinned me in place. I sucked in another deep breath, this one caught in my throat, capturing the scream that tried to rise up.

“What the fuck, dude?” Brian said. He lowered the flashlight beam to the floor and I was able to see the disappointment on his face. “I could hear you in the next room. Be quiet for fuck sake.”

“Sorry,” I said, feeling like an asshole. I shook my head, as if trying to shake off the stupid.

“Forget it,” he said. “For all they know the dead dude or his lady needed to take a piss. Let’s get moving while we still have the element of surprise.”

We moved out into the corridor and Brian made an “after you” gesture, indicating he wanted me to take the lead.

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