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armored vehicles parked a block away in front of a Home Depot. They had actually been forced to angle back towards the approaching mob. Fortunately they were able to duck around a corner. A moment later, gunshots sounded and the zombies changed direction.
    It had been a slaughter. The undead were mowed down with machineguns or lit on fire with homemade Molotov cocktails. That raiding party had made several slow passes through the area. It was likely that they suspected live humans were the cause of a pack of zombies coming together. Shaw had made it very clear that he and his men considered this area theirs. Intruders were not welcome. Well…unless you were a female. That’s how they had lost Angela Bergman and her three daughters, one of which just happened to be the music popstar, Shari.
    “That open field,” Kevin panted. “The house at the top of that ridge is a great place to catch our breath. We can see anything coming with plenty of advance warning.”
    The trio set off across the road and, one by one, climbed through the fence that separated an overgrown field that had once been used to grow corn. The long, neat rows were now a tangle of all sorts of weeds, some practically thigh-high.
    Heather stopped suddenly, pointing towards the house. Mike shaded his eyes with his hands to get a better look. At first he thought that the girl was hallucinating. Then he saw something move past a window on the second floor. If whatever was inside that house was living…they were no doubt already aware that three strangers were approaching.
    “How the hell did you see anything?” Mike asked in a whisper.
    “I just saw the curtains move and figured since it isn’t windy and the windows looked shut, something inside musta caused it,” Heather replied with a shrug.
    “Good work.” Kevin patted her on the arm and moved past her to take the lead. Mike noticed the girl’s cheeks flush slightly.
    “What do we do?” Mike asked.
    “No way we haven’t been spotted if the occupants are alive. I say we keep our hands off our weapons, but be ready to either dive if shooting starts, or bash heads if it’s zombies,” Kevin said.
    They went from single-file to spread out in a line with about five or six feet of space between each person. Kevin walked with his back to the house, but a step ahead of the group so he could watch their faces. Their expressions would tell him if the situation changed. Meanwhile, he kept an eye back the way they’d come. He didn’t want anybody or anything sneaking up on them from behind. Mike’s eyes—shortly followed by Heather’s—widened.
    “Zombies,” Mike said and drew his bat.
    “Inside or outside?” Kevin asked as he drew a hand-axe and his large knife.
    “Inside,” Mike answered.
    “Heather, can you do this?” Kevin asked.
    “I’ll try.” She drew a machete from the leather sheath on her hip.
    “If it gets too hairy, just hang back and watch for anything coming our direction,” Kevin said.
    They reached the stairs leading up to the porch. Kevin glanced at Mike, who nodded, and they crept up to the front door. Kevin tried the knob…it was unlocked. Turning it slowly, wincing at every click, he took a deep breath and pushed inward. The stench of death rolled out, coating everyone’s mouths and nostrils with its decayed, sickly sweetness.
    “Recent,” Mike hissed.
    Kevin peeked into the entry hall. Stairs to his right went up to a landing then turned a dogleg left, disappearing. To the left was a living room. Furniture was smashed and broken, mixed in with garbage and…
    “Is that an arm?” Heather rose on her tiptoes to see over the shoulders of the two men who stood blocking the doorway.
    A low moan drifted down from upstairs as if in answer. Kevin stepped inside first, followed by Mike. Heather took two steps back, shaking her head slowly from side to side. She seemed to reach out and try to grab onto Mike just before he slipped inside the open doorway. Her hand floated