Dead Sector: Miami: The James' Strain Read Free

zombies are only a couple hundred feet away.  There is no time to get her out. I lock the door to the car and shut it.  I can hear the zombies now. They see me and their screams increase. I run back into the building and the door is closed.  Danny is just standing and staring.  I yell for him to open the door. He does not. I pound on the door, yelling as I do. I turn around and what seems like twenty zombies are running straight at me. They are fast, like Olympic runner fast. They are going to close the fifty feet between me and them in seconds. I put my back against the door.  I am screaming, despite trying to be brave. The zombies are ten feet away.  This guy just killed me. A zombie apocalypse and I died not because of something I did, but because this guy can’t open a door. I fall backwards into the building. Danny opened the door and he closes it with maybe a second to spare. 
    The zombies do not slow down for the door. One of them runs full speed into the thick glass and bounces back five feet.  It lands on its back and is up almost immediately coming at the glass again. The other zombies are running full speed into the glass as well. They thud off of it one by one, and I flinch each time one hits. They only stop when there is a line of them pressed against the glass. None of them are trying the handle, they just pushed up against it.  It holds somehow.  At least for now.
    I get on my feet after watching this. I turn to Danny angry. “What the hell man?  I could have died.”
    “I … I am sorry. I just panicked. I was trying to move to open the door but couldn’t. How am I supposed to get Sarah now?”
    “You are not. You go out there and you die. The girl in the car, she is alive. I left her there to die, and if you go out there, you will be joining her in that fate.” 
    He looks like he wants to argue, but he must realize I am right because he does not say anything. I take the time to look at the car. It is surrounded, but none of them have gotten in yet. They are pounding on the windows but none of them are reaching for the handle. The front of the building is completely covered with them, but most of them just keep running. Some are trying to get in the building and some are trying to get into the car, but the rest are sprinting crazy fast down the street. Many of them are wearing Heat jerseys. It occurs to me that none of them have stopped to eat the dead guy in the SUV.
    The glass does not crack but there is a slight bend inwards like they are going to push it out of its frame.
    “We have to go, now.” I do not wait for his response, but he is only a second or two behind me when I get in the elevator. The elevator is on the side of the building facing outward.  It has a glass panel facing the street, so that you can see the city when you use it. And what I see is thousands of “people” on every street within view. It is like there is a parade. One big, terrible parade.  There is fire and there is smoke. There are cars everywhere, all standing still.  I see lights in other office buildings. We weren’t the only ones that decided to use these buildings as shelter. Danny is still trying his phone.
    The ride is longer than it should have been. I guess the theory of relatively applies to watching civilization end. When you want something to be quick, it takes forever.  The elevator door opens and Anne is waiting. 
    “Oh, I am so glad you two are okay. Phillip, what is going on down there?  I can see them from the window, so I know they are everywhere, but did they get into the building?”
    “No, not yet. There are a bunch of them trying to get in, but they are not even trying the door. They are fast, but stupid, I think.” I say.
    “What about Remington’s car?”
    “Someone hit it. They died. By the time I got down there, it was too late-the car was gone and those things were everywhere.”
    “That is not your fault,” she says. 
    “Where is Remington?” I ask.
    “He is in