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Latino woman leaned out the window.
    “What the hell are you doing, lady!” she shouted. An odd question, given all that was happening.
    “I’m sorry, I…” Alice looked down the street, where four Undead held a shrieking woman down, feeding on her—eating her alive. Becky was weeping silently now, face pressed against her mother.
    “What’s going on?” Alice muttered.
    “Get in!” the woman in the Prius yelled.
    Alice glanced back at her house.
    “My husband—he’s still inside.” He might be. Or he might be shambling along the street, snarling, face bloody…
    “Get in the car! ” the woman shouted again.
    She stared—didn’t she know this woman? The young Latino woman was dressed casually, with a light tan jacket. Her face seemed terribly familiar. The name Rain came into Alice’s mind.
    But from where?
    Alice led Becky to the back door of the car, wondering if a vehicle would be safer than an empty house.
    And then a horde of Undead, scores of them, came shambling around the corner behind the Prius, like some hideous gore-spattered parody of marathon runners. Their mouths were all open—growling, howling, squawking, spitting up blood, gasping with psychotic hunger.
    The woman in the car looked over her shoulder.
    “Told you…”
    The horde was close—there was no time to argue. Alice opened the car door, bundled Becky through it and jumped in beside her.
    The horde reached the back of the Prius, and an Undead who’d once been a young man jumped onto the car as the young woman accelerated down the street. She drove right over a body, and Alice watched in a side mirror as the bump of going over the corpse shook the Undead off the back. It fell into the street with a crunching thud that would probably have killed a human being.
    But not the living dead. It just lurched to its feet and came after them, its neck broken, its head wagging with each step.
    “Rain” floored the accelerator.
    “Buckle up,” she muttered.
    Alice saw to it that Becky was buckled in, then she put on her own seat belt, feeling absurd worrying about seat belts when the neighbors had turned into murderous zombies.
    They passed a group of Undead wandering blindly down the street, mouths agape, eyes milky white. One of them, a woman, still clutched her purse. But her lips were dripping red foam.
    “What is all this?” Alice wondered, aloud. Was it the end of the world? Prophesied Judgment Day? Had the Trump of Doom sounded while she’d slept?
    “Your guess is as good as mine,” came the reply. “One minute I’m coming back from my morning class, the next—”
    “Why are these people—” Alice shook her head in numb incomprehension— “doing this?”
    “Those things are not people. Not anymore.”
    “I’m scared, Mommy,” Becky signed. She didn’t know the sign for terrified, and Alice wasn’t sure there was one. They needed one now.
    “It’s going to be okay,” Alice signed back. It was easier to lie when no one could hear your voice. She put an arm around the girl as the Prius raced through an intersection—
    And was T-boned by a massive garbage truck—a mountain of metal that seemed to come out of nowhere.
    The world spun sickeningly as the car flipped over and rolled. Alice clasped Becky protectively close as the windshield shattered. Metal crumpled, the side windows cracked and broken glass spun about like hail in a whirlwind. Alice lost her grip on the baseball bat and it vanished in the chaos.
    Becky made an “Eeeeee!” sound in her throat as the car rolled—and then fell silent as the car skidded on its rooftop, trailing sparks, finally coming to a halt upside down, smoke billowing up around them.
    Fire. We could be burned alive in here…
    Hands shaking, Alice unclasped Becky’s seat belt and eased her down to the overturned car roof. She undid her own seat belt and wriggled down beside her. She felt battered, bruised, yet intact, but Becky was hyperventilating, staring, apparently in