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Turning around one of the crates, she saw a woman leaning against one of the smaller crates, head down. She wore a lab coat and an all-white outfit, just like the corpse in the flooded lab. This one was brunette, though—and she was alive!

Lowering the rifle, Rain called back, "J.D., we got a survivor!" Then she turned back to the woman and began to slowly approach her. "It's okay, we're here to help."

The woman almost fell into Rain's arms. She caught the woman, guided her up by gripping her on either side of the head. Damn, but her skin was cold and clammy, and she was paler than Warner, and white folks didn't get any paler than Warner.

Keeping her best you'll-be-okay voice on, honed from years dealing with the public for LAPD, she said, "Don't worry, you seem to be in some sort of—aaaaaah-hhh!"

She screamed when the bitch bit her on the right hand, smack between her thumb and index finger.

Bit her! Rain couldn't fucking believe it!

Rain tried to knock her down, but the crazy lady had some kind of iron grip on her, and they both fell to the floor, rolling around like some kind of mud-wrestling match.

"Get off!"

As they struggled, Rain noticed that the crazy lady's eyes were all watery and fucked up, her teeth looked like something had died in her mouth, and she wasn't just pale, she was fucking ghostlike.

"Get off of me!"

She heard someone running up to them. Taking a quick glance up, she saw that it was J.D.

"J.D., get her offa me before I stab her ass!"

Grabbing her by the lab coat, J.D. tossed the crazy lady off to the side.

Then he looked down at Rain. "You okay?"

Rain quickly got to her feet. "She bit me, man! She took a chunk clean right outta me!"

The crazy lady rolled over. J.D. took out his S&W, pointing it right at her.

"Stay down."

The bitch didn't listen, but started to get to her feet.

"I'm warning you," J.D. said, "stay down!"

Rain shook her head. "She's crazy."

"Come any closer and I'll fire," J.D. said as she started walking toward him.

No, she wasn't walking. Nobody walked like that. She was—she was shuffling, like some kind of late-night-movie zombie monster shit.

This was getting too fucking weird for Rain.

"I mean it!"

J.D. spoke those words as if it mattered, but Rain knew he shouldn't have bothered. This woman was fucking nuts.

She moved closer and closer. J.D. shook his head, aimed his pistol downward, and fired.

The shot went clean through her knee.

Normal people would react to a .357 Magnum bullet tearing through their knee by stumbling, falling to the floor, and screaming in deep pain. It was a cripple shot, and it usually meant the victim would never walk again.

This bitch just stumbled for a second, snarled, showing teeth stained with Rain's own fucking blood, and then kept moving forward.

Shit.

J.D. mouthed the words "What the—." Rain couldn't blame him for not being able to say anything. This was beyond fucking nuts.

After her second step, J.D. shot her in the other knee.

This time it didn't even slow her down.

J.D. took three more shots at her, this time in the chest.

Fuck this. Rain was tired of pussying around.

She hefted her MP5K, paused just long enough to make sure it was on automatic, and then squeezed the trigger.

Dozens of bullets slammed into the crazy lady's chest, blowing her back about ten feet and sending her sprawling into the tubing that was all over the floor of this fucking "dining hall."

She looked over at J.D. with a triumphant look, but the sonofabitch barely noticed.

"I shot her five times. How was she still standing?"

Rain reached into one of her arm pouches and pulled out a bandage.

"Bitch isn't standing now."

More footsteps. It was Addison. She was about to ask him what the fuck he was doing, when Alice, Kaplan, and Spence ran up behind him. Rain wondered where the rest of the team was.

"What was all the shooting?" Kaplan asked.

"We found a survivor."

Kaplan looked at her like she was nuts. "And you shot him?"

"She was crazed. She bit me."

"She's gone."

Rain looked