“I’m reloading,” I told Zach as I ejected my nearly depleted magazine and slapped in a fresh one. As soon as Zach saw I was ready, he did the same.
“Okay,” Zach said when he was ready, “We should move to that wall and start checking doors.”
“All right. Lead the way,” I replied.
He headed towards the scattered corpses, stepping carefully and quietly over them, pausing to check for any movement. He approached the end of the shelving and held up a hand, signaling me to stop. He… Continue