"David L. Robbins - Endworld 10 - New York Run" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robbins David L)

Why?

Geisz grinned. What was the matter with her? Why was she looking a
gift horse in the mouth? If the zombies weren't down here, so much the
better! It made her job that much easier! She walked to the doorway and
paused before the closed wooden door.

What if they were waiting for her on the other side?
 Geisz pressed the right side of her helmet against the door and listened,
but the amplifier was silent.

Lady Luck was with her!

Geisz tried the knob, and wasn't surprised to find it locked. She took a
step back, then spun, ramming her right leg into the door, her black boot
slamming into the wood an inch from the knob. The door trembled, but it
held. She kicked at it again, and again, and on her third attempt the aged
wood splintered and cracked and the door swung open.

There was a rustling sound from inside the inky interior.

Geisz flattened against the wall and tensed.

Now what?

Geisz felt goosebumps erupt all over her flesh, and she resisted an urge
to run. She wasn't about to quit when she was this close to their objective!
Besides, all she needed was one lousy canister and the Minister would hail
her as a hero. It might even mean a promotion, and she could use the
extra pay.

She took a deep breath.

Geisz crouched and whirled into the doorway, the Dakon II pointed into
the chamber, her helmet lamp illuminating the room and its contents.

The canister chamber was perhaps 20 feet square, and crammed with
stack after stack of faded yellow canisters. The canisters, six inches in
diameter and ten inches in height, were stacked in tidy rows from the
cement floor to the ceiling.

All except in the center.

Geisz took a step forward. The middle of the chamber was covered with
piles of fallen canisters, as if dozens of stacks had collapsed. All things
considered, it was a minor miracle all of the stacks hadn't toppled over
when the city was hit.

So what had made the rustling sound?