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They could see dozens of zombies through the reinforced windows of the observation area. The zombies threw themselves against the glass in an irregular rhythm. The window was still holding.
“We’ve got to call for help!”
“This place is a Category 6 Quarantine Zone. ‘Help’ involves saturation bombing of this facility and the surrounding area.”
“Isn’t that a little extreme?”
“Considering what we’re developing in here, anything less than nuking us is a restrained, measured response.”
“Isn’t there anything we can do?”
“Completely eliminate the zombie outbreak.”
“How?”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“What is it?”
“Release the deinonychus.”
“You’re crazy.”
“We’ve got to call for help!”
“This place is a Category 6 Quarantine Zone. ‘Help’ involves saturation bombing of this facility and the surrounding area.”
“Isn’t that a little extreme?”
“Considering what we’re developing in here, anything less than nuking us is a restrained, measured response.”
“Isn’t there anything we can do?”
“Completely eliminate the zombie outbreak.”
“How?”
“I’ve got an idea.”
“What is it?”
“Release the deinonychus.”
“You’re crazy.”
