"Uugghhhnn."

"Damn one of those blasted things must have followed me in the building or maybe it was already in here." 

Zandra had closed the door and with the frosted glass nothing could see her. Still she took cover behind the desk. She had hoped this building would be clear so she could barricade it up and get some sleep.

 She thought, "Well I guess I will have to clear it first and then maybe get some sleep. “Well I will have to be silent." 

Zandra then began to take stock of her inventory, of weapons that would do the job. She had all but two of her weapons on her; the other two were hid with her dirt bike at the edge of town. She had her twenty five pound on her back. She had a machete on the left hand side the sawed off shotgun strapped to the pack both in scabbards. Sandra’s Little Kitty Catt 10.5” AR_15 was snuggled in horizontally across the top of her backpack on its one point sling. On Zandra’s left hip was a cross draw holster in it was a Ruger Mark 2 integrally suppressed, on her right hip was a Glock 17 complete with light, laser and suppressor.
 “Old Double Deuce” she thought. Zandra pulled out the Ruger and dropped magazine. It was full, She then pressed checked, the Ruger and found a round chambered as expected. She loved the Ruger it was a gift from her father. 

"I hope you and mom are ok!" 

Zandra sat her pack on the desk and carefully made her way to the side door and listened. She placed her hand to the door and ever so gently pushed it against the frame. There was very little room between the door frame and the door. It made no noise as she pushed it firmly together. As she did this she had to use every effort not to break down. “If only Dean had done this both he and Patty would still be alive.”

Zandra placed her ear to the door and listened. She could hear shuffling of feet in the hallway it was two maybe three but no more she was sure. She placed her hand on the knob and slow and gently turned it to the left and right. She then looked at the bottom of the door, there was no shadow showing underneath. She slowly reached into the pen pocket on her right shoulder and removed a small dental mirror with a telescoping handle. Carefully she reached down with her left hand and grasped the door knob. After getting a good grip on Old Double Deuce she then moved the safety to fire and quietly opened the door. Halfway down the hall she saw one of the shambling corpses. The corpses had their backs turned and did not see her. Zandra held the door with her foot to keep it in place. She then used her left hand to use the dental mirror to check the other direction in the hallway. There she saw the other zombie, a brief flash of humor shot through her mind. 

"The Zombies are coming. Brains, Brains." 

She saw that these zombies must have been in the building already. Because the doors at the end of the hall were she had entered were still closed. She quickly looked up over the mirror and down the hall. There was only one. She returned her attention the mirror and saw the one he was thirty feet away and coming her way. Zandra looked at the bite wounds on the hand of the zombie. A couple of chunks and a little finger were missing from his left hand. The left pants leg was crackling as he shuffled forward he must have bled out or the change got to him. The zombie's head rose up and he began sniffing the air, it began to look around. It started towards the door she was looking out. It must have seen the mirror and figured out she was there, she thought. Suddenly she heard a sound she had come to know and dread. 

"Uugghhhnn."

Zandra had no time to lose. She shoved the door open with her foot; she then stepped into the hallway and pivoted. She raised Old Double Deuce level with her line of sight. She quickly placing the weapons sights on the zombie’s for head and squeezed the trigger. A small black hole appeared in the forehead of the zombie. It fell to the ground. Zandra spun in place and make an underhand sweep as if she was bowling brought the gun up on the second zombie. The zombie was somewhat fat but not obese. It had heard the moan from the first zombie and had come to get lunch. It was shuffling forward a bit quicker than it had before. It too moaned and that was when Zandra's first bullet caught the zombie in the throat stopping any other calls. The second shot struck left eye socket piercing the head of the zombie. The zombie had just started to take a step but with no support the zombie fell forward and to the left.  

"Now maybe I can sleep!" thought Zandra.

She quickly replaced the mirror in its pocket and scanned the hallway.  Zandra went back to the office and closed the door she wedged a chair under the knob. She pulled her poncho liner out and lay down using her pack for a pillow.  Zandra had a long way to go. As she drifted off she heard the undead shuffling outside.

“I’m glad you raised me the way you did dad, it’s probably why I am still alive!”