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    I headed straight for the front store window, trying not to think too much about what I was about to do. I stepped halfway out of the storefront window and check out the street. The closest zombie was several stores down and the furthest was quite a bit farther. I wasn’t sure how fast a zombie could move or run, so my next move really was foolish at best. I pulled out the small, hunting knife out of my pocket and slid it quickly across my left palm. I hissed as the stinging as the cut brought tears to my eyes. I jumped out of the store window and stood directly in the middle of the street as I squeezed my hand into a tight fist, causing my blood to drip onto the asphalt.
    “Hey you bunch of ugly, fuckers!” I yelled. The world’s best movie director couldn’t have choreographed the scene any better. The zombies all turned as one, their heads all swiveled in my direction like they had been attached by an invisible force. The hairs on my arms stood on end. “Yeah, you! Come get some, bitches!” I shouted as I began to back up. The zombies had already begun to shamble-run towards me … the promise of fresh meat and blood was too strong an enticement to keep them standing still. I swear to god I wanted to run … wanted to immediately, but I stood my ground as long as possible. I’ll forever have nightmares of standing in the middle of that ruined street and watching as over twenty monsters with crazed eyes and gnashing teeth came toward me. When the closest zombie was within a dozen feet of me, I turned and ran back into Starbucks. At this point, I knew I had to get back to the roof as soon as possible, or I was dead.
    As soon as I cleared the window seal … I slipped. I vividly recall thinking “awe, hell!” as I scrambled off of my knees and pulled a piece of glass out of my palm. As soon as I made it around the counter I heard the first zombies fall into the front of the store. To close, too close, too close. I kept moving as quickly as possible, even when I heard the sound of glass crunching beneath the feet of a bunch of zombies, I kept moving to the back of the store. I wiped my palms all over the door that led to the second floor and then slammed it shut. As soon as I was halfway across the second floor, I heard the thumps and moans of the zombies just outside of the door. I sprinted for the stairs and made sure to pull them up after me as soon as I cleared the roof. I had no idea if zombie could open door or climb stairs or not, and I didn’t really want to find out. 
    With a shaking hand, I pulled out my box of waterproof matches and walked over to the edge of the roof. There were zombies clamoring to get into the store directly below me. Jesus , I thought, I sure would hate to fall into that . I struck a match and stood close to the edge of the wall and let it drop. Nothing. I wiped my damp palms on my pants and struck another one … it too fizzled out before it hit the ground. I had been pretty sure that would have worked … so when I had to pick up the napkin rope I had made and drenched in lighter fluid, I was feeling a little frantic. This had to work … it was my last resort. I took out a match and licked my dry lips. As soon as I lit the rope it burst into flames and I screeched, barely holding onto the edge of it. I held it over the edge of the roof for a second longer and then let it go with a prayer. The flaming napkin rope hit the sidewalk right next to a zombie … and at first nothing happened. I was just about to give up and go on with the third part of my plan when the flames from the napkin caught the line of lighter fluid I’d sprayed out onto the sidewalk.
    A line of fire flew into the store. I waited several breathless moments to see if my plan had been a success before smoke and flames began shooting from the front of the store. I squealed out loud like a lunatic before I clamped a hand over my own mouth. I ran over to where I had sat my backpack and grabbed it and jerked