| Dead Letter: Part 14 – It’s Been a Blast
“Gogogo!” Jim-Bean ran.
The horde had swelled to include every zombie in the facility, over one hundred, clawing and screeching, stumbling over each other to get to the sweet flesh.
The agents skidded out into the main hall. They were surrounded. The zombies began to moan softly, tightening the noose as they closed in on their prey.
“BY THE POWER OF THE ELDER SIGN I REPEL YOU!” shouted Archive. He thrust the phylactery before him and the zombies, as one, were thrust backward as if hit by a wave of force. The sign was losing its efficacy against them.
They dashed for the door.
“Fiona!” shouted Jim-Bean. “Throw Guppy’s satchel behind you. Now!”
Fiona didn’t need to be told twice. She had Guppy in a fireman’s carry, but she managed to unsling his satchel and drop it at the entrance to the building.
They kept running. Archive’s temporary distraction had bought them a few seconds lead, but not much. Jim-Bean skidded to a halt and turned, concentrating.
Zombies poured through the opening. Security and administrative staff, research and production, from the highest vice president to the lowest custodial staff, all were united in their bloodlust for the living things that continued to evade them. They didn’t notice the beeping of the detonators in the satchel even as they kicked and shoved past it.
Jim-Bean dove to the ground. “Get down!”
They all hit the ground just an explosion ripped through the mansion. It collapsed the entrance and the covered garage, bringing tons of rubble down on the zombies. The explosion tore through the front of the structure and the entire front of the mansion collapsed, sliding forward in a waterfall of brick and stone.
Fiona got to her feet. “That is one useful symbol,” she said to Archive, appreciatively.
“Thanks.” Archive dusted himself off. “What about Hammer?”
Jim-Bean got into one of the employee vehicles. “He’ll be along in a few minutes.”
“How can you be so sure?”
Jim-Bean smirked. “You don’t know Hammer like I do.”
“No,” said Fiona, her expression distant, “I guess I don’t.” | 
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