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Chapter 19

Brian had disappeared during the second half of the song. Probably in the bathroom, Kaylee said to herself, making her way over to the table she has last seen him at on the stage. Sure enough their drinks were sitting on a tall table next to a couple of tall stools. Kaylee sat down and took a long drink of her Ca-cola, she made a slight face as the combination of bitter-sweet alcohol hit her throat. Maybe Brian is right, this doesn't taste all that great.

She sat nursing her drink waiting for him to get back to the table, he was gone for a long time and eventually Kaylee stopped a man coming out of the bathroom and asked if any other men were in there. The man, laughed loudly and replied, “No, your date ditch ya huh?”, then looked her up and down and, as if deciding she was not good enough, walked back into the crowd towards the dance floor.

Not in the bathroom? A wild sense of panic hit Kaylee, something was wrong and she knew it. Hopping off the stage towards the restrooms Kaylee pushed inside and looked under the stall doors, nothing, the room was empty. She rushed back out to her table and looked around while the beat of the music pounded louder. She was not as tall as Brian and could not see over the heads of the people in front of her. She grabbed one of the stools and looked down to see if she could stand on the support rungs to get a little higher up. That is when she saw the pistol sitting by the wall on the floor. It was Brian's pistol, he had taken it off on a few occasions while at her house. She had asked to see it once and he had willingly obliged, showing her how to set the safety, how to load and unload it and how to cock it. When the weather was warmer Brian was going to give her shooting lessons. It was as if time froze for Kaylee, as if the music stopped and or as if she were in between the thumps of the bass. Her eyes took in the gun until it filled her vision, then it receded and she took in more of the surroundings. Her eyes noticed the gun's safety was off, then her nose noticed a slightly acidic, burnt smell that she had attributed to the club's overall atmosphere. She tracked up the walls and saw the black fluid that had slowly dripped down the wall next to the employee's door to the kitchen. The fluid was pale against the dark paneling, near the top of the drip trail there was a hole in the wood. Kaylee bent over and picked up the pistol, tucking it and her hand inside her small purse. She stepped over to the wall and looked closer. Nodding to herself she looked around again, then, seeing nothing she ducked back into the kitchen.

There was a short hallway with a door in one side, the door was slightly open and led down some stairs, the main hallway proceeded another few feet before ending in a pair of swinging doors with oval plastic windows set in them at about her head's height. Kaylee glanced behind her and then stepped over to the kitchen doors. Looking through the windows she saw three kitchen staff lounging around, one was preparing something, it looked like nachos, the two others, both women, were just watching him and chatting.

No Brian, she thought, backing up towards the door leading to the stairs. Brian said the super zombies were fast. I have to shoot if I see it, shoot it in the head. Kaylee steeled her resolve and started slowly to go through the doorway towards the stairs.

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