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know that they don’t like rain?”
    “Nope. Didn’t know that.”
    “Big badass Zombie Killer you are, GI Joe. Yeah, when it downpours, I can move freely around the buildings. I built a sled to carry supplies up here.”
    “Why the library?”
    “Um, to have something to read? Duh? Once the campus was empty, before the power failed, I used a pneumatic jackhammer to demo the stairs. Started a fire to set off a propane can down the valley to draw the Zombies off, did the stairs in about a half hour. They’re attracted to sound, because their corneas scratch up quickly without tears to lubricate. Like I said, you gotta be smart to fight undead.”
    I nodded, still watching the head snap uselessly. She motioned to it. “I used to have his whole torso, but his lungs allowed him to do that stupid annoying howl thing they do, and it kept calling more of them.”
    “So now what? Do you want to come back with us?”
    “Of course, you idiot. First things first, though. Let me see your pistol.”
    I handed it to her, and raised my eyebrow as she expertly racked the slide, ejecting the round and seating another. “Grew up on a farm” was all she said. I followed her as she went downstairs to the second floor and leaned out a shattered window. Below the zombies shuffled around, still trying to get at us.
    “Shit, we’re going to be stuck here another three days.”
    “Well, soldier boy, at least you know something about fighting Z’s. Don’t worry, though, we can slide outta her to the next building and leave anytime we want.”
    She leaned out and started taking measured shot, one ever few seconds. She started laughing manically as zombies started falling, each shot drilling down through their heads. “TAKE THAT, YOU PIECES OF CRAP! HAHAHAHA! PAYBACK IS A BI-OTCH!”
    I reached over to my harness and clicked on my Motorola radio.
    “Doc, this is Nick, over.”
    He came on almost immediately. “Hey Nick, glad to see you’re still alive.”
    “I’m doing OK, holed up at the library.”
    “Yeah, we’re up at the old arts building. We can be down by you in fifteen mikes. What the hell is that noise, over?”
    He had heard Brits’ laughter when I keyed the mike. “Long story, but we’ll come to you, over.”
    “We? You found survivors? How many, over?”
    “ One, and it’s a long story. I can get the Bible pages we were looking for, then meet up with you. Give me” and I let off the key, looking at Brit as she gleefully fired down into the horde. “Give me two hours.”

Chapter 6
    We went back to the fifth floor, after Brit packed the things that she wanted to bring with her. I told her not to bring more than twenty pounds of gear with her, because we might be running fast. She shot me a dirty look and said “Listen GI Joe, if you want to be a condescending ass all your life, just remember that I’ve lived on my own for quite a while, and I don’t need you. Got it?” She turned her back to me and started shoving her gortex sleeping bag into a frame pack.
    Women. I sat down and cleaned my rifle while she packed, running a quick brush down the barrel then swabbing out the chamber. This was going to be tricky. From what I had seen of her, this girl could handle herself, but she had never operated according to Army SOP. Then again, Army SOP versus real world experience; I would take the experience every time. Then again, she seemed batshit crazy at times.
    I sighed. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.
    She turned back to me, shouldering her pack and slinging her shotgun, putting her hair up in a ponytail and tucking it up under a knit hat. I used my rifle as leverage to lift up off the floor, and followed her up the stairs, heading to the fifth floor. As we walked, she peppered me with questions.
    “So, what is this Irregular Scout thingee? Are you like, superduper zombie special forces hit team or something?”
    “Not really. We’re a mixed bunch. Doc and I are military, Jonesy and Ahmed are