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favorite saying, she found she often said it to herself out loud. Grabbing some of the tools and duct tape, they exited the car. Jack went up to the window,  putting duct tape in a large X pattern over one window, Jill had a medium size sledge hammer she liberated from his garage and Jack with a small caliber pick axe his dad never used. His dad had a tendency to be a collector of tools that would never see the light of day, and they packed them all.
    “Switch hit.” She said, and Jack and Jill began smashing there tools into the center of the X on the window. After about 2 swings each they stopped and listened, accessing the situation, seeing if there was any new noise around the area. They commenced switching hitting. After what seemed like the 100th hit the glass had finally started cracking and breaking off in chunks, and they got a look at how thick this Plexiglas window really was. Now sweating, they were able to reach in and unlock the window and slide it up and out, Jack popped the screen off into the room and slide in. They already had discussed that once he was in, the noise would probably attract every zombie so he had to be quick. Jill stowed the tools in the hatchback trunk of his mom’s Pontiac Vibe and left it open for Jack to put his new toy in. She stood there waiting in the silence, she couldn’t believe that all that pounding hadn’t attracted anything. Suddenly skinny metal legs were appearing through the window.
    “Take it hurry!” Jack was thrusting this mini rusted, what looked like a small table lamp, minus the lamp shade out the window at her.
    “They’re at the door!” Crap! Jill put the thing in the trunk slammed it and turned to grab Jack’s hands and yank him out. He came tumbling out of the building on to the ground with his legs tucked up behind him as another more grotesque arm and face appeared, swiping at Jack lying on the ground.
    “Let’s go now!” Jack got up and they both raced around got in and slammed the doors just as 3 zombies were there pounding on the windows, moaning and gurgling a liquid substance that secreted from them.
    “Go Go Go!!” Jill was shouting to Jack. He hit the gas and they were off. Jill looked back and could see zombies spilling out of the window, up and running they were.
    “What? How are they sprinting?!?! How can they do that??!?” Jack was screaming, sending the car flying off the curb, barely missing hitting a parked car on the opposite side of the street.
    “Calm down, slow up.” Jill said putting a calming hand on Jack’s to get him to drive under 80mph. Jill looked back and saw the zombies still running at full steam but they were quickly leaving them in the dust.
    “Just tell me how they are running. That’s fucking crazy!” Jack slowly regaining composure and started breathing normally now.
    “I forget your use to the shamblers. Now this isn’t science, or 100% accurate, I can only base this off my experience, but when a zombie first starts out life, they are like invincible. Since they can’t feel pain in anyway shape or form, they are able to run and attack like nothing we’ve ever seen before. They can use the muscles in their body like we can’t, they push everything to the limit and they stay amped like that until something slows them down. So until they break a leg or a ligament bursts or they are shot in the head these things go full bore when they spot us.” Jill explained.
    “That doesn’t make sense, those ones aren’t fresh, and they’ve been trapped for over a year.” Jack clearly confused.
    “Yes but they haven’t had to use up their bodies yet. They have just been remaining still, dormant if you will, until something triggered them, us, and they were ready to go.” She felt like she was talking zombie 101 to Jack.
    “I guess I just thought since they were dead, they’d act dead. That makes no sense but you know what I mean.” He said. Jill wasn’t sure how many blocks they drove, but they were