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"This is the place..." He sounds amped. Ready for anything. He wasn't. Neither of us were.

As we approached the bodyshop we could here the buzzing almost immediately. But the smell...For the first time I knew in my heart that smell was one of Ours. It had to be. I always hated being the realist. We hadn't seen or heard anyone for miles. Just the low hum of the dead off in the distance. Not a good sign. Now this?

"There. The bay door. It looks like it's open a bit. Let's go!"

"ZOM. BEES. Dude." His emotions are running high. I need to stop him. "Seriously can't afford to be emotional right now. Just calm down and BREATH. We do this like always. Slow."

He said no more as we came upon the doors through a shroud of insects. I placed myself to one side of the door and began lifting. Xander covered me with the pump action. The door was heavier then I thought it would be. X quickly grabs something to prop the door open and the two of us slowly advance through the small opening.

The floor was slick. There was oil everywhere. Or at least what we thought was oil. I found a light switch almost immediately but to no avail. They seemed like the rest of the World, either dead, or dying. We waited nearly 4 minutes stumbling around in the dark before the lights began flickering weakly. Struggling to illuminate the horror before us, one florescent turned on, one light was all we needed...

There _NAME_DELETED_ was. Dried patches of blood matted in hair. Limbs broken and twisted in unnatural angles. Large chunks of flesh missing from various places. Apple on the arm. Steak on the thigh. But the face. Strangely untouched. Almost peaceful. _NAME_DELETED_ wasn't coming back as one of them. ___ was dead-dead. So really, ___ was in the better place.

He looked, for the first time, broken. His reflection in bloody pool was accurate. We were Red. The Rage came upon us almost immediately. If they weren't lifeless, brainless, murder-machines, I'd almost feel sorry for them. For what we were about to do to them. I could feel the heat growing in me. The hatred. The desire to kill. I wanted release. WE needed it, and we were going to get it. _NAME_DELETED_was one of Us. They were all gonna die for this.

"Shit man." He snaps me out of it.

"What?"

"Some of these bites are fresh..."

"You thinkin Return Feeders?

"Can't be many"

"Too bad. I'm REALLY in the mood to FUCKING KILL!!!"

We storm out the door when we hear the first of them come. Xander with the pump action in hand and Machete on deck. Me with my MP5s. Dylan to his Dutch.

"FUCK!?!" it surprised the shit out of me. "'Can't be too many'. You just HAD to fuckin say it!"

"Shut up and shoot!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!" the two of us let out the the Rage. A noise that would shake the very ground you walk on if you were unfortunate enough to bear witness.

As it builds in us we begin to enjoy what we're doing. We're almost laughing as we gun them down. Children. All of them. The body was too decomposed and gnawed upon to tell that they were little zombie kiddie teeth. There had to be 30 or 40. My prayers were answered. I was looking for a slaughter. Some were very young and thin. Malnourished zombies. Not hard to tell that they didn't even have enough mature teeth the survive. Which would explain why the body lasted this long.

"Jimmy! Aaron! Becky! Kacey!" he screams out names for each one he takes. And it only got worse from there.

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