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zombie that bore down on her. Her fingers wrapped around the heavy rolling pin that her grandmother had given her.  She was an old-fashioned woman, and had given it to her as a gift when Jessica moved out of the house with the message: know how to take care of yourself and you will always be fine.
    With her grip secured, Jessica waited for Jack to get close enough. The roller was heavy, but she had no idea how effective it would be as a weapon. Jack took another step, and Jessica’s heart leapt into her throat. She swung the heavy rolling pin, her arm descending at a forty-five degree angle, more through indecision as to whether to follow the horizontal or the vertical, than anything scientific.
    Jack stumbled back from the blow, and a welt the size of a golf ball erupted on the side of his head, just before his ear, but it didn’t stop him, or even make him fall. His approach began again, and again, Jessica swung. She gave a scream of exertion as she put her whole body behind the strike. The sound of impact was a dull thud; the spray of blood that it caused a sign of its effectiveness, but still Jack moved forward. There was a hole in his face; rapidly thickening blood fell from the wound like cottage cheese, but it wasn’t enough. In disbelief, Jessica took a few more paces backward, the last she could make, for it brought her to the row of cupboards that lined the inner wall of the kitchen. In frenzy, her survival instinct kicking in, Jessica began to swing. Not once or twice, but repeatedly. She hammered away on the skull, working the same spot like a man cutting down a tree. Each strike embedded the rolling pin further into the skull, and it wasn’t until the walls were spattered with blood, brain, and shards of bone that Jessica stopped. At some point Jack had fallen to the floor, but his crawl had continued. It was then that Jessica abandoned the roller and began to stamp on the zombie’s head. She gave a howl of triumph when she realized she had won.
    She was sticky with gore when she stepped outside. Judging by the reaction of the rapidly expanding crowd of zombies in the street, the woman whose liver lay by Jessica’s front door had risen and joined the fun. The gaping hole in her abdomen proving to be of no hindrance; even the fact that her intestines dangled from the wound like a tail causing her to stumble seemed to be of no concern. Her husband or partner had also been added to the mix, and in the distance a large mass of the undead could be seen shambling down the road.
    They can smell me. Jessica thought when she saw her bloodied reflection in the car’s shiny paintwork. Jessica’s hand shook as she slipped the key into the lock and wrenched the door open. She had never driven a manual car before, and had no real idea as to where she was headed, but the zombies were upon her, their fists clubbing the roof of the car. The rear passenger side window broke and an arm appeared.
    Turning the key and forcing the car into gear, Jessica slammed her foot to the floor and shot out into the street. The car was new, and far more powerful than her scooter. She had not owned nor driven a car since she gained her license at the age of eighteen and almost lost control. The tires found their purchase at the last moment and made the sharp turn to narrowly avoid the trees which grew intermittently along the street; large brutes of nature which the houses had been built around.
    The road was blocked by a wall of the undead, and in the passenger side mirror, Jessica saw that the owner of the arm was still dangling from the car. She knew she couldn’t slow down; they would rip her apart like they had her neighbor. The mere thought caused her to wince in pain, so she pressed her foot even harder against the floor, plowing into the mass. The car was a pseudo-sporty thing with a front end that was more wedged than rounded. Perfect for cutting through a crowd, she soon discovered. One after another the zombies fell. Their legs