"Yeah," Bunny said.
They moved on to the shower room, the soft dripping of water the only sound. Occasionally, Bunny felt a tremble move through the ground beneath her feet, a low vibration. She didn't know what it was, but it bothered her.
The two checked the kitchen, finding nothing there. Randy had only just had it installed, part of his plan to serve hot wings and shrimp. He hadn't even hired staff for it yet, a detail Bunny was deeply thankful for now. She knew it would’ve taken at least four people to run it, which would’ve been four more possible problems.
Steadily, they pressed on, giving the walk-in a check, just to be sure, before moving through the generator room. Though the massive machine was silent, in an emergency it could power the entire building. A useful detail she filed away.
Finally, they came to the loading dock. It was the only place they hadn't checked, besides the customer restrooms. Steadying herself, Bunny opened the heavy metal door that led to the room.
Beyond was a large room, stacked with empty crates and a couple pallet jacks, the first stop for all the alcohol before being moved to cold storage. The far wall held the garage-style door and another small door that led outside.
It also held Amy, squatting in the center of the room over a body, methodically eating what her hands pulled from inside his torso.
Bunny ducked back, pushing away the urge to vomit. Caroline closed her eyes for a moment, taking several quick sharp breaths, obviously trying to do the same. The man was familiar, both having seen him before. Amy's boyfriend, Brett, or some such.
Leaning around to look inside again, Bunny saw several crates of expensive import sitting by the loading dock door. Medical bills, huh? Looked more like Amy had been moving high-end beer for her boyfriend to resell.
She looked at Caroline and got a nod in return as the other woman lifted her handgun. It was on her to do the actual killing this time, and Caroline knew it. After seeing what she just had, Bunny knew from the look in her eye she could do it.
The two turned, at the ready, expecting Amy to still be engrossed in her eating, only to find her standing right in front of them, her blood-stained face pulled back into a hideous rictus grin.
"Shit," Caroline had time to say before she was back-handed several feet down the hall.
Bunny slammed the butt of the shotgun into Amy's face, but the woman didn't even stagger. She took the blow and turned her dead yellow eyes on Bunny as if insulted before seizing the woman by the throat and lifting her off the ground.
Choking, gasping for air, Bunny battered her with the shotgun, not quite gaining ground. Amy ran a cold hand across her stomach, growling low in her throat, preparing to rend her open and eat.
The gunshot was loud in the hallway, echoing off the walls. Amy's head snapped back and Bunny fell to the floor, coughing and sucking in air. For a moment, Amy stood there then fell backwards, dead.
Down the hallway, Caroline knelt, gun raised. "You okay?" she called.
Bunny gave her a thumbs-up. "Yeah."
"What the hell was that?" Caroline asked as she stood. "She wasn't like the others."
Bunny shook her head as she pulled herself to her feet. "No, she wasn't."
"I'd rather she had been," Caroline told her.
"You and me both."
"You think we're in the clear?"
Bunny nodded. "Yeah, I think so. I hope so."
"Good. Cause I need a drink."
Bunny patted her shoulder. "First things, first. Let's get the others."
Two hours of searching ended in a two-minute walk back to Randy's office. By the time they got there, Bunny felt exhausted, more tired than she ever had in her entire life. As she knocked on the door and called out to Randy, all she wanted to do was go to sleep.
They filed down the hallway, side-stepping Carl's gory remains, following Bunny as she headed back into the main clubroom, grabbing beers for herself and Caroline. No one said anything for a while, just staring at the two of them as they drank, Bunny leaning against the bar, Caroline sinking to sit on the floor next to her.
Bruno stepped over, holding out a box of shotgun shells. "Randy found these in his desk. Figure they might come in handy."
"Yeah, hopefully we won't need them anymore," she told him, then tipped her bottle to Randy, who had sat down in a chair, sadly taking in the remains of his club.
"You guys killed Carl," Tish stated after a moment.
"Yup," Caroline answered her.
"Why?"
"Cause he was dead," Caroline replied.
"I don't get it," the other woman said.
"Well," Bunny told her. "I'll make it real simple. Marty tore Carl's throat out. Carl died. I shot Marty. Then Carl got up and tried to kill me. Any more questions?"
"I can think of a few," one of the other girls, Gina, muttered.
"Then fucking ask them, I only want to go over it once," Bunny told her pointedly.
Gina jumped a bit at her tone, but it was Randy who asked the question. "He got up after he was dead?"
Bunny nodded. "Marty had already turned, probably Amy's doing. He took a hunk out of Carl's neck, enough to sever the carotid artery. He bled out in seconds. Trust me, he was dead. He was laying on me when he died. Then, son-of-a-bitch got up."
"So he was a..." Randy started, but stopped himself. "Fuck me."
"Please tell me you're kidding," Bruno said.
Caroline shook her head. "Nope, not even a little. Wish we were."
"The dead shall rise," Gina said softly. "The end of days."
"No," Bunny snapped. "It's not the end of anything. I don't
