The courthouse was huge. The walls were opened and the ceiling high. Marble stairs led up to the second story and the old attic bell tower. This was the pride of the small town. The team took deep breaths and tried to regain composure. Priest slumped his body against a large column. Sweet dripped from his head as his body once again got the chills. Dirk reloaded and looked around, he shuffled through papers and notebooks which were scattered along desktops. Grimm stared at his axe, looking at his reflection in the blood stained mirror.
Tayden kneeled next to Priest, “How ya doin?”
“I’ll live for the mean time.” Priest ripped off the lower half of his shirt and tightly wrapped it around his arm, “We have to lock up all entrances and windows, we don’t want anything to get in.”
Blam
Grimm, Priest and Tayden turned towards Dirk who had just put a bullet into the corpse of a security officer.
“Just making sure.”
“How bad is the bite?”
“I wasn’t bit.” Priest flexed his arm and pain surged through it, “One of the, zombies, clawed me, gouged a clunk off my arm.”
“Maybe you aren’t infected than?” Tayden hoped for the best but worried what might happen if the powerhouse of the group had suddenly turned.
“No, something is happening in side of me. It’s not normal.”
“If there is a cure, we’ll find it.” Tayden tried to reassure his teammate.
Priest turned toward Grimm, “If not, don’t let me become one of those.”
Grimm glanced him a look than used his axe to break apart a desk.
“This wood is strong, we should be able to board up the front doors, but who knows what might already be in here.”
Dirk returned with a toolbox and a bag of power tools, “Just our luck, unfinished construction was taking place in the back offices.” He threw the bag on the ground and moved to help Grimm with the wood from the desk.
Priest’s eyes shot open and he looked around, everywhere he saw darkness, objects flew around his body, his mind. Then he felt it. Someone was inside with them. The feeling was very strong.
