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She paused at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at me.  Her mouth opened, and I swear to God she licked her lips.  Her left hand grabbed the railing and her right foot hit the first step.  I panicked.  I ran into the office looking for something to defend myself.  I was frantically searching for anything when I felt a hand grab my ankle.  I screamed like a school girl.

"Hel…  Help me…"  Another woman, this one covered in blood, holding the left side of her neck with her right hand.  Her light blue shirt drenched in crimson on the left side.    She was crumpled behind a desk.

 "Hang on, there’s one coming up the steps!  Do you have a gun?"

She nodded no, and I searched for anything I could use as a weapon. I could no longer hear the footsteps, and I think that may have been worse.  I was still searching when the woman behind the desk said "Gah!"  I looked at her dumbfounded, and she said "Gah!" again and pointed behind me, wide eyed.  Dead hottie had made it to the doorway and was weighing her options.  Didn’t take long.  I was closer, so that was good enough for her.  She stumbled toward me, her screwed- up leg in tow.

I gotta tell you, these things are pretty slow, but when they’re close, they go into overdrive, because she was surprisingly fast when she lunged at me.  She caught me by the wife beater and tried pulling me toward her, but I was struggling to go backwards with all of my might.  She fell with me onto another desk and started snapping.  I was holding her left arm with my right hand, and her neck with my left.  She was strong.  She kept moving trying to get in a better position to gnaw on me, but I held her fast.  She started making and "Aaahhh!" noise too.

The back of my legs were pressed against the desk, and she tried to climb up on me.  That’s when she kneed me in the balls.  Not my best day.  I let go of her hand and madly searched behind me on the desk, grabbing the first thing I came across.  The dead chick grabbed me by the hair with her recently released hand, trying to pull my face to hers for a gruesome make out session. I swung my object as hard as I could.  I connected with her noggin and she let go of my hair.  There was also a bit of a ringing sound.  I swung again, and her head crunched.  She let go of me and staggered back a couple steps, looking woozy.  I glanced at the object in my hand and was surprised to see an older push button telephone, with the receiver on the top.  Dead broad was blinking rapidly, and I yelled a war cry and smashed the phone into the left side of her skull again.  She dropped to the ground twitching, and I followed, smashing her head until it was unrecognizable.

I didn’t realize I had been screaming the whole time until I stopped pounding the thing’s face.  There was this goo everywhere, and my tank top was dripping with it.  I let out one more yell and stood up, stripping off my top.

Shirtless, I wiped my brow and went to check on my new roommate.  She was still holding her neck, blood coursing through her fingers.  She was pretty bad off.  Her fingers were sticky with blood, and she was going to need new clothes.

"I’ll look for a first aid kit."

She nodded and went back to coughing.  I found some first aid near the door, and busted it open.  The first thing I saw was a small blue and yellow bottle of Anbesol. (Toothache medication!) Finally a break.  Pulling out some antiseptic cream, a bandage, and some tape, I returned to her.  She was worse off than me, so the toothache would wait.

"You gotta take your hand away so I can see it and help you ok?"

She nodded again and removed her hand.  I almost gagged.  There was a ragged, gaping hole in her upper neck.  A hunk of her neck was just missing.  Nothing spurted, so I guessed that the arteries had been missed.  It was easily discernable as a bite mark.  I put some cream on the bandage and applied it to her wound.  She hissed in pain and I apologized.

I taped the bandage on, and the blood seemed to lessen a little, because it didn’t soak right through.  She had other wounds on her forearms, scratches it seemed, and another small bite on her hand.  I cleaned her up as best I could, and we got to talking.

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