I rounded the corner and I got the shock of my life when I came face to face with a now rotting face of an undead woman. She gave a shrill screech and she lunged for my neck. I brought the I.V. stand up and the woman ran straight into the sharp end of the pole. She was screaming loudly and it I didn't shut her up she would most defiantly call other undead near me. I heard a loud gun shot tear through the air and the woman's head exploded with blood and pus. Blood spattered my face and clothes. The woman fell to the ground, taking the my pole with her. I glanced up at who ever had shot the woman. Standing beside the exit door was Ghost, covered in blood and guts, gun in hand. I glared at him, before pulling the pole out of the woman's abdomen.

     I stormed up to him and shoved him out of the way of the exit door. The door was stuck for a moment but after a bit of working the door popped open with a screech. I gripped the pole tightly before making my way down.

    "You're welcome!" Ghost called to me as he followed down the stairs.

    "I didn't ask for your help and keep your voice down!" I hissed to him. I had no idea what dangerous could be lurking in the stairwell. The thought seemed to cross his mind and he stayed quiet. We walked as quickly and as silently as we could without drawing any attention to ourselves. The lights that were still working, flickered and Ghost and I paused in our tracks. I held my breath, if the lights were to shut off now we would be left in the darkness.

     "Keep going before they do go out." Whispered Ghost and I nodded, we needed to get out of here before the lights went out.

    We picked up the pace, moving through the stairwell, keeping our eyes peeled for any of the undead.

   I heard the moan before I saw the zombie; we rounded the corner and I swung the metal pole in the direction of the noise. It was a lucky shot, the metal pole imbedded itself into the side of it's head and the undead fell.

     "Nice swing!" Ghost actually sounded impressed and I shrugged in response as I yanked out the pole.
We continued our way down. On the wall were white-painted numbers; the numbers painted on the wall now told us that we were on the second level. we had one more floor to go down. I was so concentrated on the steps before me, I rounded the last corner and right into the hungry arms of two undead men dressed in military uniforms. I screamed as I tried to push back their assault. A gun fired and a loud ringing filled my ears, but the attack stopped and the zombies fell to the ground. I turned to Ghost, his rifle still in his hands.

    "Nice aim." I praised him and he acknowledged. I shook my head in an attempt to stop the ringing, but it still pulsed through my ears.

    "Come on." Ghost grabbed my arm and yanked me towards the exit door.
We reached the exit just in time before the lights flickered once, twice, before blowing out. I heard Ghost curse under his breath as he jiggled with the door handle.

    "It's not opening!" he hissed and he started to ram his shoulder into the door.

     "Come on! Come on!" the door gave way with a loud screeched and I was blinded by the sunlight that washed into the stairwell.

    Our way to safety was clear. In the distance, at the far corner of the chain-link fence, I could see the breech where the undead had gotten in at and they were still filing inside. They paid us no mind, they just kept walking. I felt Ghost tug on my shirt and we ran to the fence; we needed to get up and over it before we drew attention to ourselves.

   Ghost helped me over the fence, I was careful not to get caught on the barbed-wire. I waited with baited breath as Ghost climbed his way over the fence.