The trio had made it to the second floor, Bobo pulling them through the door and into the corridor just as the first of the zombies descended in a deafening crash, their bodies tumbling and bouncing off of the walls and one another. Klaus ducked into another hall that led off to the left, motioning for Bobo to follow. They stopped just around the corner, their backs against the wall as some of the undead stopped at the door, listening for sounds of their quarry. Klaus and Bobo could hear the unholy moans and choking coughs of the monsters, hear the shuffling feet, scraping fingertips. "KSHE 95. Real Rock Radio!" Albert blurted out with a broad smile. "Shit," Bobo cursed, stepping behind the man and placing his hand over his mouth. He heard the pounding on the door grow louder. Had they heard? "U-man and Lern. Read Rock Morning Show!" Albert said, Bobo's hand slipping from the man's lips.
