Malkin was crouched to one side, rapier drawn and ready. When he looked back at the light he could make out figures in it. In fact…
Malkin screamed and dropped her rapier. Before Wiz could react she dashed forward bare-handed.
“Jerry!” she yelled.
Wiz looked again and sure enough, it was Jerry with a knot of people.
Malkin ran to Jerry and practically leapt into his arms. He hugged her and lifted her clear of the floor in a single sweeping motion. Meanwhile the others pounded up and mere was a brief orgy of back-slapping, hugging and yelling.
“How the hell did you guys get here?” Wiz asked looking over the assortment of guards, wizards and others who were with his friend.
“We came looking for you,” Jerry said, through Malkin’s dark hair. Then he set her down and kissed her soundly. “Bal-Simba’s here with Moira and a bunch of other people and, oh, Wiz, this is Taj, E.T. Tajikawa.”
The Tajmanian Devil? I’m honored to meet you, but how did you get here?”
“Lets just say they made me an offer I couldn’t refuse,” Tajikawa said. “No, not that kind of an offer,” he said when he saw Wiz’s expression. They just dangled a real interesting problem under my nose.”
“You know Major Mick Gilligan?”
“Good Lord? You’re in on this, too?”
“It’s a long story,” Gilligan said, “and it’s just ‘Mick,’ no more major.”
“Let me guess.”
“We found a solution, too,” Jerry said. Then he explained to Wiz and the others about A-life and the probable nature of their enemy.
“It makes sense,” Wiz said when the Taj and Jerry duet finally ran down. “It would explain a lot of what we’ve found since we arrived.”
“I am glad it makes sense to you,” Malkin said, still clinging to Jerry’s arm, “because it’s gibberish to me. All I know is we’ve got to find this thing and finish it.”
“That’s what it comes down to,” Taj agreed. “Otherwise it will get bigger, meaner and nastier all the time.”
“Yeah,” Danny said, “and closer too. Look!”
Wiz turned and saw zombies bearing down on them.
“Quick,” Wiz yelled, “down this tunnel.” Programmers, guardsmen and wizards all dashed for the indicated opening. Jerry was the last in, backing down the tunnel for a distance before turning and running to join the others.
The zombies tottered out of the cavern and started down the tunnel, their sightless eyes fixed on their prey. Wiz stepped to one side, staff raised, ready to strike out at their undead attackers. Jerry put a hand on his arm to restrain him.
“Wait a minute,” he said. “I may have something better.” Wiz looked apprehensively at the oncoming horde but lowered his staff.
The first zombie tottered more than usual and stopped. He jerked convulsively as if trying to lift his trailing leg, but the foot stayed planted on the floor. By this time two other zombies had stopped, then three more. Before they were twenty paces down the tunnel all the zombies were stopped, doing a weird jerky twitch-dance like a demented version of a rock video.
“That should hold them for a while,” Jerry said with satisfaction.
“What in hell kind of spell was that?”
“Crazy Glue,” Jerry told him.
“Yeah, but how does it work?”
“Crazy Glue.”
“No, not what you call it, but how does it work?”
Jerry held up a green-and-white bottle. “Crazy Glue. Jumbo size. I picked some up when we were in Vegas. I put drops of it all over the floor. Relax. They’re not going anywhere.”
“Until they cut their feet off and crawl after us,” Wiz said.
Jerry looked back over his shoulder. “Don’t give them any ideas.”
“You know,” Wiz said as they turned the corner out into another cavern, “those are the first zombies I’ve seen in a while. I wonder what happened to all the rest of them?”
“Oh, they were delicious,” came a bubbling voice out of the darkness. The group turned and the giant lobster emerged from the shadows. “Such flavor, such character.” He clicked his claws together in a way that reminded Wiz of a gourmet smacking his lips. “Humans improve tremendously with aging, you know.” There was a pause. “Not much conversation however, and they simply would not stop wiggling.”