Page 34 of Hell's Fear

“Oh, let me guess, they’re inside that,” I replied, waving my hand.

Shotgun nodded.

“Let’s get them out, and then we can answer the sums,” Max suggested.

To my amusement, the lids of the washing machines lifted, which saved us all from getting covered in gunk, but the look on Max and Shotgun’s faces was brilliant.

“I don’t mind helping,” Rock offered innocently.

“Bullshit, we’re not idiots, Rock. Love you, babe, but, yeah, you ain’t moving,” I retorted. Rock narrowed his eyes at me, but I blanked him as Max and Shotgun continued to pull out dominoes.

“Ready?” Max asked, slinging goo in Rock’s direction and ignoring his cursing.

“Yup,” I replied and turned the lights off.

I ignored the roar from Rock and concentrated on the equations.

“The answers are six, two, nine, four, and five,” I announced and switched on the lights.

“I guess we add the dots up on the dominoes and place them?” Shotgun asked.

“On the count of three, everyone get off Rock,” Max said as he nodded at Shotgun. He counted down, and Slaughter, Wraith, and Bomber fled on two, none of them willing to be on Rock when he hit three.

Rock leapt to his feet, looking for vengeance, and I jumped into his arms. He wrapped around me, but I could feel him glaring at everyone. As Shotgun slid the last piece in, the door creaked open, and we entered the next area.

I took off with a scream, heading towards a table and running around it.

“Why the hell are there zombies in a prison?” Shotgun shouted as he ran off, away from me. Shuffling towards us was a group of about ten zombies.

“Ignore the pussies,” Wraith snickered as Max screeched and ran behind the rest of them.

“What the fuck?” Slaughter asked, peering at Max.

“That ain’t natural!” Max yelled.

“Pussy,” Wraith repeated.

“Okay, can we figure out what we’re meant to do? This resembles a prison yard,” Rock said, peering around.

“I think we move those mirrors, so the light hits them and bounces off the door,” Bomber suggested. He pointed at mirrors above our heads and facing in all different directions.

“And no doubt dodge the zombies. Nothing’s ever easy with Marissa,” Rock replied, chuckling.

“Let the zombies chase those, and we’ll work on aligning the mirrors. It’s best if we start at the end and get the mirror lined up there first,” Slaughter suggested.

“If we work in pairs, we can let the zombies chase those three,” Wraith said as the zombies split up.

“Think we need five distracting and two aligning. Wraith, you, and I do the mirrors. The rest of you play nicely!” Rock ordered as I screamed at the top of my lungs.

A zombie reached my table and was shuffling around it. I took off at high speed and raced towards Shotgun, who was running at me. Seeing a zombie on his heels, I changed direction and headed for a table at the far end.

Wraith climbed onto Rock’s shoulders and began moving the mirror while I played dodgeball with a zombie, who decided to take his head off and throw it at me.

I caught the damn thing instinctively and shrieked as my thumbs poked into its eyes. I tossed the head, and Max caught it.

His shriek matched mine, and he threw the head, and another zombie caught it.

“Aww, look at them playing catch nicely,” Rock sneered, and I decided I was better off being a widow than married.

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