SURVIVOR [3]

Ten down, Sam thought, then something crashed into the back of him, knocking him to the ground. He fell forward, landing on his gun. Although the thing at his back was a screeching, slashing dervish of activity, his first fearful thought was that the gun might go off with him lying on top of it. If that happened, then the cartridges would rip into his body like a series of minor explosions, causing untold – and almost certainly lethal – damage.

Above him, he was aware of shouting, running, of people crowding around him. The animal-like snarling was right by his ear, then something slashed across his cheek with a stinging shock. Though he was pinned to the ground with a weight on his back, Sam did his best to shake his attacker from his body. He bucked and wriggled, pistoned back his elbow and felt it connect with something solid and fleshy. All at once he was aware of the weight being lifted from him, of the spitting and snarling retreating from close by his ear to somewhere further away. Free to move, he rolled to one side, grabbed his gun and pulled it out from under his body. Then he rolled right over onto his back and sat up, pointing his gun at where he judged his attacker to be.

It was a young infected Kuruni woman, blood smeared around her mouth and clogging the nails of her hooked fingers. Xian Mei and Logan had pulled her off his back and were now wrestling with her, holding on to an arm each, trying to evade her snapping jaws. The tribeswoman was writhing and thrashing like an angry snake, and they were clearly finding it difficult to maintain a grip. Puffing out air to clear his head, Sam took aim and pulled the trigger. The top of the woman's head disintegrated, spattering all three of them with blood and brains. Instantly, the zombie went limp, falling back against the wall and sliding to the floor as Logan and Xian Mei let go of her arms.

Grimacing with distaste, Logan brushed clots of blood and gobbets of brain from his face and clothes. 'Way to go, buddy,' he said.

'Sorry,' said Sam, using his sleeve to wipe blood off his forehead.

'Are you OK?' asked Xian Mei.

Sam fingered the slash on his face. He would have an impressive scar there once it healed. 'I guess so. Bruised my ribs when I landed on my gun.'

Purna stepped forward, offered Sam a hand, and hauled him to his feet. 'Making a habit of the old hand-to-hand combat, aren't you?' she said with a grim smile.

Sam snorted a humorless laugh. 'Guess I'm just the tastiest of us all.'

'Yeah, you know what? I'm not even remotely jealous,' said Logan.

Suddenly Xian Mei held up a hand. 'Listen, everyone.'

They all froze and raised their heads. Faintly, they heard someone shouting for help.

'That's Yerema,' said Sam.

'She must have heard the gunfire,' said Logan.

'Guess we'd better go rescue her,' said Sam, and raised his eyebrows at Purna. 'That's getting to be a habit too.'

'It came from that direction,' said Xian Mei, pointing.

'The laboratory,' Purna confirmed. 'If Yerema's still alive, then that's probably where the rest of the infected will be. Remember everyone, there are potentially still around a dozen of them in here with us, so stay alert and be careful.'

Logan gave her a mock salute, earning himself a disapproving glance, and they moved toward the laboratory. As they approached the door, they could see it was open. Purna put a finger to her lips and crept forward, the others a step or two behind. Yerema was still calling for help, though now that they were right outside the lab, they could tell she was still a couple of rooms away. Sam guessed she must be in the cell area and that she had probably locked herself into one of the cages. He wondered if she was the only survivor, and what had happened to West.

As soon as they entered the laboratory, his question was answered. West had been torn apart; there were gnawed pieces of him scattered all over the room. His legs, still clad in designer jeans and Timberland boots, were up against the far wall. There was one of his chewed arms, a still-ticking watch around its wrist, on the counter, and a torso, partly clad in a red and black checked shirt like a huge fleshy cushion, in the middle of the floor, trailing guts like stuffing. His head was resting against one of the now-empty animal cages, his surprisingly unmarked face turned toward them. His mouth was open in a frozen scream, his pale blue eyes glaring at them accusingly. You caused this, he seemed to be saying. You brought them here. I'm dead because of you.

The floor was awash with West's blood, and the white walls were covered with it. Some of the equipment had been swept to the floor and smashed, and all the animal cages were open and their occupants gone – eaten by zombies, Sam wondered, or fled back into the jungle?

The door on the far side of the laboratory was also open, and as Sam had expected, it was from beyond here that Yerema's voice was coming. There were other sounds

in there with Yerema too – grunts and snarls and dullmetallic thumps.'Yerema!' Sam shouted.There was a high-pitched gasp. 'Sam? Is that you?''Yeah. Listen, you OK in there?' As he had expected, she shouted, 'I'm locked in one of the cages. The infected are throwing themselves againstthe bars, trying to get in.''How many of them are down there with you?' Purna shouted.'I don't know. About … twelve?'Purna nodded; it was what she had expected. 'Are there any close to the door?''No. They're all trying to get at me.'Turning to the others, Purna said, 'I'm going in there to draw them out. I want you three to get them in a cross-fire as they emerge – but just do me one favour, OK?''What's that?' asked Xian Mei.Purna smiled faintly. 'Try not to be too trigger-happy. Give me time to get clear before you start firing.'They took up their positions, Logan to the left of the door, Sam in the middle and Xian Mei to the right.Unhesitatingly Purna passed through the open doorway into the cell area, and they heard her descending the stepsand striding determinedly along the corridor towards the second door at the far end, her footsteps fading as she gotfurther away. For a minute or so there was silence, then they heard her shouting defiantly, 'Hey, you lot! Why don'tyou pick on someone your own size?'The snarls and grunts of the infected changed pitch, suddenly becoming more urgent, more eager. Then theyheard Purna's rapidly approaching footsteps, in the wake of which came the bestial clamour of pursuit. The footstepsgrew louder, reaching a crescendo as Purna clattered up the steps. She burst through the doorway, almost slippingin West's blood before regaining her balance.'They're right … behind me …' she gasped.She had barely made it out of the line of fire before the infected were spilling into the room. As soon as theyappeared, Logan, Sam and Xian Mei started firing, cutting down men, women and children alike. Blood, flesh andbone flew everywhere. In less than a minute the doorway was clogged with bodies. Yet still the infected came,uncaringly clambering over their fallen comrades, stamping on their faces and slipping in their blood, in their desperate desire for warm, living meat.