“Dr. Schmidt! Something’s happened! The subjects have gotten free of their collars and are attacking!” she hollered.
The woman was tackled from the doorway by a hungry zombie. She screamed as she went down, scrambling helplessly for something to hold as the zombie dragged her away from the entrance and down the hallway, out of sight.
“GAAHH!!” growled the zombie
“IIIEEEE!!!” The woman released her final scream.
Dr. Schmidt’s usual suave composure melted away. His face was the definition of worry and panic.
Marija angrily rose from her seat, knocking her tray to the floor and pointing a finger at Schmidt, enraged.
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