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was second alternate! She should have been happy she got that far! Have you seen her?"
    "Well, no miss, I haven't. And what is that lodged in your arm?"
"Her mascara brush. She went at my face with her eyelash curler. I'm going to tear that girl apart. If they hadn't ripped her off of me—"
"And where is this Melanie Frisker now?"
    "She's—she's still in there! They let her stay!"
    "Horrible, horrible."
    "And—"
"Thank you for your time, miss."
    "But—"
    "Well folks, you heard it here first. The first picks for the Deadly Divas have entered the third round. Among those chosen, a mysterious and much-hated girl by the name of Carrie. Will she be the first member of the band, or will the vicious second—now first—alternate claw her way in?
    Meanwhile, the question remains. These girls may be tough enough to tear each other to bits, but can they truly be counted on as role models in the war against the undead? Stay tuned for updates and our next story in five: the products you need to get the concert-ready body you're desperate for, and the ones that just may kill you."
     

 
     
     
    Chapter Three
     
    SADIE
     
    The table of weapons was neat and clean and left lots of room for creative use, but it wasn't meant for someone who had as much to prove as she did. She'd already shown off her throwing knives. She needed to get creative here, and she needed to do it fast.
    A door opened up, undoubtedly letting the undead into the room. She heard its slow, thumping steps headed her way, but didn't bother to look. As long as she didn't let it bite her, she'd be fine. She needed to worry about the show she was putting on for the people who were watching.
    She gripped the edge of the table and tipped it over, clearing it of weapons, and righted it before climbing on top. Climbing on top of tables was not exactly easy in a dress, or with a prosthetic leg, but she moved as slow and smooth as possible so as not to stumble or appear panicked. The corpse had only made a few steps progress.
    Dancing was not Sadie's favorite thing, but that didn't mean she wasn't good at it. She had to be. She'd told Anthony she might have to prove she could dance, and they'd prepared something together. Now seemed as good a time as any.
    She lifted her arms up, shook her hips, dipped, and shot back up. Leg bent to the side, a kick, a hop, and arms again. Street jazz wasn't really meant to be done on a narrow table, but she adjusted. She'd taken a class a year before where she'd had about as much space in the crowded room.
    Spin around, arms down, and up, kick and kick...and the zombie was finally, mercifully, within range. Without losing her balance, Sadie pulled up her leg and kicked down and out with as much power as she could manage. She almost fell forward with the lack of resistance against her foot. While she'd been trying for it, it surprised her when the insides of its head splattered across the room.
    She kicked her boot clean and twirled herself around, facing the dark window high on the wall. “How's that? You got another? I can do this all day.” She was exhausted, but she meant it.
     
    DEE
     
    She looked over the table of weapons. None of them felt right to her. The zombie was staggering closer. She pulled her shoe free and said, "I know how to work these bitches." The spike of her heel drove deep between its eyes.
    "What the damn hell? No one told me to wear something splatter proof!" She put her hands on her hips. "I broke my shoe. Who's going to pay for that?"
     
    CARRIE
     
    Carrie didn't have time to hesitate—she knew that was exactly what they were looking for. She grabbed a blade and sliced slits in her skirt. She better make the band; there was no way she could afford to replace the dress otherwise.
    Instincts drove her to slash straight for the muncher's head, but then she remembered: this was a show. They'd put her in this long room, like a contained runway. She was auditioning to be an entertainer. Calmly, with the muncher