A small alarm blared for a few minutes. Before it turned off.
"All units, help move everything down to the fiftieth floor. All
ships have already been brought down. Please use the stairs, unless
your load is over one hundred pounds."
Ricky was walking down the stairs when a large shaking knocked them
over. The tread mill fell on one guy and they picked it up
grunting.
"My legs." the one who was crushed coughed out.
Ricky and the other picked him up. A large jolt shook the
elevator.
"Help me open the doors!" Ricky shouted trying to push up the
doors. The other one nodded and they pushed them open. Two others
were standing outside with a set of weights. They dropped the
weights and helped Ricky and the other drag the guy out.
A second later the elevator came crashing towards the basement.
Alarms started blaring and a voice over the intercom called out,
"All units, the base is under attack by a swarm of zombies! Get to
the fiftieth floor! Do not attempt to fight the zombies! We lost
floor one and two!"
Ricky looked at the intercom in surprise.
"You two carry him. Take him to the stairs. You guard the front.
Savannah and I will watch the back." Ricky commanded.
The soldiers nodded and picked up the man dragging him away.