The Smoky Corridor

96

Zipper, his paws poised on the first step, barked his warning bark up the staircase.

“He’s back,” said Zack.

“Is he coming down the stairs?” asked Malik.

Zack leaned over Zip. Listened hard. All he heard was some distant grumbling, like a caged lion eager to escape from the zoo.

“I think we’re safe for now,” said Zack. “We just need to find a way out of here.”

“Well, we can’t go out the way we came in.”

Zack shone his flashlight around. “Let’s keep moving forward. And, Malik?”

“Yes, Zack?”

“Thanks for figuring out the code.”

“Well, I had a little time to kill.…”

Now they both heard the zombie growling angrily behind them.

But just as the pocket watches said, he didn’t come down the left-hand tunnel after them.