I ducked into the trash bin as the next group rounded the corner. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to check the contents beforehand. Judging by the crush beneath me and the smell of yesterday's tuna casserole, this container's last stop had been the cafeteria. I looked on the bright side: at least it wasn't bio-cleaning from the animal lab. I ate tuna casserole over monkey poop any day of the week. I was hoping the zombies wouldn't agree. Holding my breath, I listened as they approached. Ten versions of drag-step, drag-step fused in a curious cadence. The soft shuffle of dress shoes mixed with the firmer click of women's heels. I briefly wondered if there had ever been a zombie in stilettos in the movies. Dr. D'Amitro at the research lab was a movie buff... but he couldn't answer my question. D'Amitro. I thought about my conversation with the Director. "Zombie darling? Have you sampled some of the new chemicals in the testing lab?" I asked, "No. But that's the problem." The Director hesitated. My threat assessment soared. The Director never hesitated. He took a deep breath. "After your incident in Paris, the Council authorized Dr. D'Amitro to begin research into a method of inducing brief periods of retroactive amnesia in crowds of people." I shuddered at the mention of Paris. "I see you remember that fiasco - continues the director. "It was an immediate success and the results were promising. Unfortunately, a dropped vial released it into the lab's ventilation systems.""Understood. I have to round up the forgetful forgetful people.""No. It seems his latest formula was more effective than he expected. It swept away several years of memories. The lab was full of people who no longer knew... middle of paper... run now if you want to get a seat before they're full!" In unison, the darling turned and walked down the corridor. Beep. Five minutes. Dropping my arm, I ran into the room. Two minutes later I was back in the corridor, with the USB stick well hidden in my pocket. Maria blocked the path to the canteen. I ran up the stairs. I rushed to the roof and immediately regretted dropping my arm. Zombies clustered around, but ignored me as I ran towards the edge. Instead, they were focused on the rapidly approaching planes the toilet crew. I dodged and weaved through the treasure as the sound of jet engines approached. I pushed Doctor D'Amitro aside and jumped from the roof. The missiles groaned beep.00:00I engaged the glider suit as the missiles hit the building.Mission accomplished.