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to life causing an almost immediate wave of sound from the massed undead as they moved as rapidly as they could towards the sound of potential food. Pat waited until the last possible moment before setting off slowly along the road and away from the houses. I waited as patiently as I could for the van to head out of sight with a trailing group of zombies following before I left the window.
    From the sound of activity coming from upstairs I figured the rest of the group knew that it was time to get ready so I slipped out of the front door without a word. I did feel somewhat protective of my little group, but being around people all the time was exhausting. I was genuinely looking forward to being outside alone for a while.
    I cautiously approached the elderly man’s house. The garden was a mess with plants trampled and a variety of disturbing looking fluids spattered around. The large front windows were cracked and smeared liberally with dark blood. The door was hanging from the frame on just one hinge and covered in as much foulness as the window and garden combined. I saw no zombies but to be sure, I made a quick circuit of the houses before heading into the old man’s home.
    The dead man’s house was dark and as lacking in electricity as the house next door where we had been for such a short time. The layout was much the same, though the furnishings were older to suit the tastes of an elderly occupant. Blood and grime was smeared everywhere. I ignored the upstairs for now and moved into the living room.
    Like the entrance way, the living room was empty but a thumping coming from the closed kitchen door gave me reason to pause. I had no idea how many would be in the kitchen, but the food it contained would be useful so I needed to go in. The door opened into the kitchen so the zombie that was pushing against it was unintentionally preventing its own exit. I readied my hatchet and approached the door.
    As the thumping was reasonably regular I suspected it was only one zombie that had become trapped in the kitchen. I gave the door a tentative push. It opened less than an inch before slamming shut as the creature behind the door banged against it once more. I waited a moment, counting the seconds between thumps and timing a firm kick just right, so that the door slammed into the zombie as it was moving away.
    The door opened about a foot wide this time, more than enough space for me to work with. I threw myself against the door smiling at the idea that I was doing, just the same as the zombie on the other side. The door opened wider, the zombie pushed further backwards into the kitchen.
    In life the zombie would likely have been considered pretty. She had short blonde hair, a pretty face and plenty of flesh on display in her low cut dress. Of course that much flesh on display was not a good thing when confronted by zombies. They had plenty of places to bite and tear her flesh that left large holes with bone showing through. With most of her throat missing she couldn’t make much noise as she saw me and reached out with broken and bloody hands.
    I swung the hatchet fast and hard towards her skull, managing to hit her high on the forehead. Bone gave way beneath the blade with a crunch and whatever light may have been behind the zombies eyes was surely snuffed as she collapsed to the ground. I quickly glanced around the kitchen to ensure no other creatures lay in wait before heading upstairs.
    The house contained no more undead. I combed the rooms quickly for any threats and finding none, began a more thorough search for anything that may be of use. A call from the front of the house reminded me that I should perhaps let the others know that the house was clear.
    An annoyed Lily was waiting at the front door holding a large carving knife as I came down the stairs. I quietly confirmed the house was empty and she called Rachel over to help ransack the kitchen. The house had little else of value for our current situation though it