- Aren't you going to collect the blood? - Oliver Wilson pointed at the small, half or even three times smaller than the carcasses I killed last time, around which puddles of blue blood were spreading.
- I don't want to, I'm tired," - I shook my head negatively. - I don't want to," I shook my head negatively. No, I don't want to," I said again. - I'd soon go crazy from overload, and you don't need a psycho wizard.
Fifteen minutes later I pointed to a familiar basement with a sign. The first thing the golems did was go inside and let me know that there was no danger inside. After them came down me, Oliver and two re-enactors in massive steel armor, which made them look like robots or golems.
- It smells in here," - one of them grimaced. - Shit.
They could not cover their faces with scarves, as I and Oliver had done, but in their helmets they had to breathe in the stench of the surroundings.
- Bodies out," I commanded the golems aloud, and I was the first to hurry out. My creatures had to untangle the dead and cut off their clothes. Needless to say, one of the earthlings tried to dig in the stinking clothes and after a dozen seconds he turned inside out. Luckily, if one can say so about the dead and about the situation in general, one of the natives was found with the right amulet. It was made in the form of an oval plate the size of a chicken egg. On it the finest gold and silver wire twisted intricate patterns.
- Just a piece of microcircuitry with tracks," - one of the stalkers snickered.
On the way back, we decided to drive down a nearby street that neither I nor the others had yet explored. No one paid attention to the throngs of zombies who flocked to us at the noise of the engines, because the golems were doing their job. The dead didn't care who they tried to eat. They were dying by the dozens every minute, but they kept coming.
- Look! - His namesake jerked his hand out sharply, almost striking the glass of the little window in the side of the hull.
- What's out there... uh, the police department? - said our older man thoughtfully.
- All this shit happened early in the morning, I do not think that they had time to call the vacationers, because the cell phone connection went down at the same time with the transfer, and wired has long ago been turned off at many people, maybe only the Internet is left, - said Alex. - So it's a full house of guns now. I know that squad; there's also a bunch of armored car dealers, a bunch of bailiffs and some chop that have their own safes. So there's plenty of guns.
- We should have better ammunition, - Oliver drummed his fingers on the metal near the window.
- And there are enough cartridges there, - confidently said the former district police officer.
- All right, you've persuaded me, - the commander brought the radio to his lips and said: - Turn right to the ring, the landmark - a blue sign with a sign of the police station.
A few seconds later the radio hissed twice:
- Copy that, I'm turning around.
- Okay, I'm right behind you.
The trucks passed under a large rectangular sign hanging from stretchers above the roundabout.
"OP Logriisk. 1 kilometer."
The closer we got to the police station, the more the ring of mutants and otherworldly creatures closed around us. And the more we all frowned. Even my namesake wasn't happy about suggesting a visit to the police station.
The armory (figuratively speaking, but in fact very true) was in a three-story building, surrounded on all sides by a three-meter fence of concrete slabs and thick profiled sheet iron. On both sides the alley was enclosed by concrete blocks painted white and red.
- To the gate," - Oliver Wilson ordered over the radio. - Alex, let the golems pick the lock.
My assistants had to tinker, golems five minutes pick thick sheets of iron and unscrewed bars locks before the passage opened. All the while, the other metal warriors and we fought off the throngs of zombies who came at us with a desire for a hearty snack. The fact that they fell by the dozens onto the dusty pavement to no avail did not compute in their rotten brains.