“Behind them were the two trainers, the guy who shot Jerry in between them, followed by everyone else. Fully-armed with flashlights lit, the group negotiated the corridor, which was about thirty meters long, until they emerged from another door that led into a small alcove beneath one more pile of rubble. “That big one, there,” Dean said, pointing at a slab of concrete about three feet by four. “Right,” Joe said, and the two men went and pushed against it. The big slab of concrete fell forward a...nd slid slightly down a small hill of more rubble, a crashed car, and the remainder of a bus bench with a broken realtor’s ad. After checking the coast was clear, Joe and Dean hopped out. Dean drew his glock and kept watch while Joe helped the others through the hole. “Okay, where to?” Joe asked, trying to ignore the groans of the gathered dead not far from where they stood. “I’m thinking Cityplace would be our best bet. It’s underground,” Dean said. “Not all of it.” “Most of it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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