Shihab fought like a man who had already lost everything, which, to him, he had. From the rooftop, Karam watched in horror, his shouts swallowed by the chaos below."Shihab, no! Pull back! It's a suicide mission!" Karam screamed, his voice raw. But Shihab was beyond hearing. Each shot from his pistol was a step closer to his brother, each fallen zombie a number counted in his head.Then, the pistol clicked empty for the final time.The sudden silence was more terrifying than the gunshots. The horde, sensing his vulnerability, pressed in with renewed hunger.Shihab turned and ran, diving back through the building's main doors and slamming them shut. He shoved a heavy reception desk against them, but it was a temporary fix. The doors shuddered under the weight of the bodies outside.He was trapped in the lobby, weaponless. The pulsing red dot on his mental map was so close, yet completely out of reach. He frantically searched the reception area, throwing open drawers. Nothing. A fire ex