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ingestion is imperative. Face masks should be worn at all times. We urge you all to remain calm, Help is on the way.
    Jessica stood and stared at the TV until a sudden thump at the living room window made her jump. She snapped her head up, but saw nothing. Rising from the sofa, Jessica slowly walked to the window. She peered out. The street wa s empty; everybody was indoors…the body of Barbara Johnson was gone. Jessica heard another heavy thump - this time it came from above her head. She spun around, her body wrapped in an icy blanket of fear, her heart hammering in her chest. There was nobody. Jessica turned back to face the window, and felt her heart go from thundering to frozen in an instant. Her neighbor, Barbara, stood on the other side of the glass, staring at her. Her face was covered with blood, and the gaping hole in the side of her neck continued to leak vital fluids.
    Barbara hammered the glass with her fists. Three blows were enough to break the glass. Her arms pushed through and grabbed hold of Jessica’s shirt. The power of her grip caught Jessica by surprise, but also gave her the mental kick in the ass that she needed. Pulling hard, Jessica wrenched herself free. She watched as her neighbor continued to reach, shredding her arm on the shards of glass lining the windowpane like teeth.
    Barbara made no sound as she struggled, and when she twisted her head in response to a noise farther up the street, Jessica saw why: it had not been a single bite that her son had taken, but many. He had chewed through to the bone. Her head leaned to one side, opening the wound into a vicious grin as Barbara tried to groan before taking off down the street, ripping her arm free of the glass in a shower of flesh blood. It only took a few seconds for Jessica to hear the screams. The house three doors down was under attack by five zombies. One had adopted the same approach as Barbara, only he had succeeded in his quest. He pulled a young woman from the window, and within seconds they were upon her. Their frenzy so heightened that they dug in with their hands, scooping steaming handfuls of raw flesh into their ravenous mouths. A retch rose from Jessica’s stomach as the woman’s screams fell silent; to be replaced by a sickening, tearing sound as the mass dug deeper, ripping her apart in search of the juicy bits. Jessica showered the window with vomit, pushed over the edge by the appearance of the woman’s liver, which was thrown into the street, discarded. Apparently, even zombies didn’t like an excess of Vitamin A.
    Where Barbara had failed to growl, Jessica didn’t have to wait long to hear the sound of the zombies’ signature call; a sound that would become very familiar to her ears. This one came from within the safety of her own home. Jessica spun around just in time to duck away from Jack’s reaching hands. His face was caked with the still drying gore he had disgorged upstairs. His eyes were dark, and Jessica could see that there was no hope for him; now that he had become one of the zombies. She knew she had to get away; to get out and get somewhere…anywhere. The problem was that she was inadvertently allowing herself to be backed into a corner. Jack’s hunger for her now far greater than it had been during their love making the night before, his hands now desperate to get a grip for a different reason. His motive for eating her was now far more literal; his craving for her warm moist flesh had consumed him.
    Jessica changed the course of her retreat and directed herself into the kitchen. There was only one course of action, if she wanted to get out of the house alive. Getting past Jack however, was not her only problem. Her scooter was still at the restaurant. That only left Jack’s car. The keys were by the front door, where he had dropped them as part of an automatic reaction to coming home at the end of the day. Opening the drawers in the kitchen, Jessica fumbled around, never once taking her eyes off the