It was a three-story building that appeared largely intact by the look of the windows. Duncan peered around the side at the growing menace of zombies headed their way. “We’ve got about twenty minutes if we’re lucky before they overrun the main compound,” he whispered. As he turned to speak, he saw a flash of movement to his right. Behind Kulovitz was a slick-faced mutant squatting on a half-wall by a dumpster. It sprung onto the ground and bounded like a cheetah towards them, weaving around bushes. Both men began firing off short, controlled bursts until its bloody form came to a sliding halt eight feet from Kulovitz. He stared at the crumpled mess and then gave a wide-eyed look to Duncan, who pointed to the rear exit and then began moving. They cleared the lobby, which looked untouched except for a few spent tear-gas canisters lying on the tiled floor underneath a small broken window. With each floor they cleared, Duncan noted that there was very little disturbance to any of the furniture, desks, or supplies.
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