After a while, Eric’s eyes gradually focused on the ID card hanging around the zombie’s neck. Through the glass door, the words on the card could be clearly seen: “Name: XXX: Department: Logistics. Responsibilities: Logistics Management.”
Damn! Was this the warehouse guy? And hold on, warehouse? Logistics management? Could it be that the supplies of food and drink were logistics items?
Kings was hit by an earthquake a few years previous, so some companies in the CBD had prepared a logistics warehouse, where it was normal to have a supply of long-lasting food. The problem was that Eric didn’t have a security pass for the company warehouse and he knew that was the only way in. If he could get this guy’s card, he could go to look for food and water!
Eric’s brain was racing. He had not anticipated that the guy in front of him could actually give him a chance of survival!
Of course the major issue was: how to get the card? There were a few ways to go about it. First option: open the door and do whatever was necessary to get the card from the zombie. Second... well actually, there seemed to be no second option.
A further problem was how to actually get to the zombie? There was a door control system. Without a security pass for this company, you had to either know the password and input it manually, or open the door from the inside. But judging by the zombie’s current situation, it was definitely not able to get out, or else it surely would have tried to attack already.
Eric pinched himself. Was he crazy? Did he really want to fight a zombie? He still had some water and a packet of biscuits? Was it really that necessary to put his life on the line right now? But what if he ran out of the food?
However, given the situation he found himself in, Eric knew the most important thing was to have a continuous supply of food and water. He gradually adopted the necessary doomsday survivor’s mentality. That was, in order to survive, he must do something he had never done... kill zombies.
It wasn’t easy of course, and the opposing ideas of what to do fought an intense battle in his mind.
“Forget it, just run! Go upstairs, lock the door and wait for the others to come and save you!”
“What the hell are you thinking? Expecting someone to save you? Save yourself! If you don’t get food and drink, you will die!”
He agonized for several minutes, until finally he made up his mind. A normal zombie that was turned by an ordinary person could only move slowly and would bite the living with its mouth, without any other means of attack. So how could he lose to this kind of creature, when he was an intelligent human, armed and in decent shape?
Also for Eric to consider was that to disable a zombie completely, one had to hit and destroy its head. In this way, it truly dies. If one only damaged its limbs and body, it could still attack.
He went over it in his head countless times. He would open the door and hit the zombie’s head with the wrench, before removing the card from its neck. Over and over again he replayed how it would go down. Slowly, he found it less and less complicated.
Eric looked warily at the zombie in front of him, holding the wrench tightly with his right hand, and with his left, he began entering different passwords in the door’s control system.
123456? 888888? What on earth was the password? Eric tried numerous obvious combinations but none of them were correct, leaving him rather frustrated. Annoyed, he looked around and saw a profile for a financial investment company on the corridor wall. “The company was founded on November 25th, 2011...”
Right, many people used their birthdays as their passwords so maybe this password could be the day the company was established, namely the “birthday” of the company!
It would be a lie to say that he was not nervous. Eric took a deep breath, looking first at the wrench in his hand, then at the zombie in front of him, before slowly placing his fingers on the keypad.
When he entered the numbers 111125, there was a quick beeping sound and the door opened! The password was correct!