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Re: The Right Track (Kathy)
The infected was getting really angry with Tab. The force it was pounding away with was something rarely seen outside of movies. Even news reports showing rampages of the utterly insane were not this violent, which was perhaps the closest analogy that could be made. Tab heard more and more of the door opener componates up above break, about every other time the monster pounded the door. For some reason each attack was stronger then the last, as if the infected could call upon energy reserves a normal human could not. It was almost enough to cause concern about standing close to the door like this, though Tab's teasing efforts quickly payed off as the infected actually managed to get the door open slightly, the last locking mechanism breaking the the recoil in the springs sliding the door open enough for someone's fist to fit through.
The infected was still intelligent enough to stop pounding the door, and instead stick its hands through and grab the edge, forcing the door open inch by inch along the track, allowing Tab ample time to stand back and line up line up two shots with perfect accuracy. The danger of firearms didn't register in them. The zombie didn't even know what happened as its brain was scattered across the command room.
The infected was getting really angry with Tab. The force it was pounding away with was something rarely seen outside of movies. Even news reports showing rampages of the utterly insane were not this violent, which was perhaps the closest analogy that could be made. Tab heard more and more of the door opener componates up above break, about every other time the monster pounded the door. For some reason each attack was stronger then the last, as if the infected could call upon energy reserves a normal human could not. It was almost enough to cause concern about standing close to the door like this, though Tab's teasing efforts quickly payed off as the infected actually managed to get the door open slightly, the last locking mechanism breaking the the recoil in the springs sliding the door open enough for someone's fist to fit through.
The infected was still intelligent enough to stop pounding the door, and instead stick its hands through and grab the edge, forcing the door open inch by inch along the track, allowing Tab ample time to stand back and line up line up two shots with perfect accuracy. The danger of firearms didn't register in them. The zombie didn't even know what happened as its brain was scattered across the command room.