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    "Damn it, boy, the war is on. That was the immediate perimeter alarm. Let’s go!" Pete yelled.
    "Why didn’t we get an advanced warning?" Keith asked.    
    "Hell, I don’t know. I guess the sentry got eaten first. Let’s move it!" Pete raced toward the village without Keith’s consent.       
    "Keith!" Kara screamed. Two members of the undead stumbled toward Steve and Jill. Keith started to shoot, but was afraid of hitting Jill. Kara yelled for her to run. She was still trying to get Steve up on his feet.
    More of the undead had arrived by the time the two ghouls grabbed Jill in their wretched hands. Her death cries electrified the nape of Keith’s neck.  
    "Keith, save me! You said you would save me!" Kara cried.
    "I will, I will, I promise! Let’s get back to the village!" Keith’s last memory of his friends was of a rotting zombie with its head buried in Jill’s neck, and another feeding out of Steve’s stomach.
    The men took strategic positions around the perimeter, making sure each shot was sure. The women and children aided in reloading spare guns, exchanging them for the empties. Keith pushed his way to the firing line and unloaded his gun by taking down six of the walking dead. A fresh gun was shoved into his hands, and he took out five more.
    Dead body after dead body fell to the ground. Shots rang without end. The dead kept coming, unending, and the mob grew thicker in number. Tens, hundreds, perhaps thousands were on the march. An ocean of savage carnivores loomed on the horizon. A virtual tsunami of rotting corpses prepared to invade.                
    Keith’s spirit sank to its lowest depth. The illusions of his newfound hope to defeat the undead vanished in the harshness of reality. He had fooled himself into believing that the living had a chance against the monsters.
    The dead approached in overwhelming odds and pushed the living to give up ground.           
    "Keith! Save me!" Kara pleaded.
    "Let’s get back to the cabin." Keith grabbed her arm and ran along with others in retreat. The dead started pouring into the village. There would be no escaping without some kind of miracle.
    Keith and Kara burst into the cabin and quickly locked the door. Keith loaded his gun, and Kara loaded hers. The sole window in the front was boarded shut, but a crack or two allowed a small view of the carnage overtaking the village.
    A wave of walking dead snatched up a woman who tripped and fell to the ground. Her screams only lasted a few seconds, unlike one man, whose arms and legs provided a feast for the ravenous monsters.
    Small children separated from their parents stood by crying until whisked away by putrid hands and skeletal fingers.             
    "You’ve got to save me, Keith. You promised," Kara pleaded softly.            
    "Our best chance . . . our only chance, is to wait and see if they move on. Maybe they’ll eat their fill and leave," Keith whispered.
    Kara stood close, and sobbed. "Please . . . please, Keith . . . please . . . save me."        
    The shooting outside had stopped long before the last cries of the living went silent. Keith peered out of the window crack and saw the streets thick with the living dead. The ferocity of the zombies was greater than he imagined possible.
    Knocks on the cabin walls made him feel that the circle of death was tightening. The door handle moved slightly making a mechanical clicking noise. Kara flinched as fists banged on the door.     
    The two remained silent, practically holding their breath as they prayed for a miracle. The door handle moved again. A louder bang against the door caused it to buckle slightly, bent by the weight of the hungry ghouls.
    Keith leaned his back against the door. Wood twisted and the hinges made a metallic groan. The mass of undead flesh pushed harder. Keith grabbed the table and shoved it between the door and the wall. The moaning from the