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Greg and his two buddies had welcomed Rice back to school by flipping him upside down over the toilet bowl and dipping him headfirst into a triple chocolate fudge swirly. And sometimes, when the hallways of the school were quiet and empty, you could still hear Rice’s screams echoing off the walls.
    “Whatever, Madison, I’m trying, all right?” Zack said. “You and Greg and Zoe, you all think it’s so cool to be mean. But if we don’t get to that car down there in the next couple of minutes, you’ll never have another chance to be a jerk to anybody ever again.”
    Madison withdrew into scornful silence in front of the window. Zack walked off into the connecting bathroom. The bedroom door rattled and creaked with the force of a dozen zombies.
    Zack surveyed the windowless bathroom for another means of escape. Another weapon. Come on, Zack, he kept thinking. There’s always a way out .
    He flung open the towel closet and saw their only chance: the laundry chute. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t thought of it earlier. But there it was, and he knew where it led. Straight to the garage. Ground level. A quick hop-skip-jump to their sweet Volvo getaway.
    “Madison, we’re gonna be okay! We just have to go down the chute!”
    “The laundry chute?” she asked from the other room. “You have got to be kidding.”
    “Hurry up! It’s the only way out!”
    “Zack, I’d rather be eaten alive than fall into a pile of your nasty underwear! Sick!”
    Then came the sound of glass shattering and Madison’s bloodcurdling shriek.
    Zack rushed to the bathroom doorway and froze. The zombie crashed through the window, and Madison stumbled backward, tripping on the pink carpet. Zack recognized this zombie, too. It was Donnie Zimmer. Danny’s twin brother.
    Flat on his stomach, Donnie wiggled his hips, side to side, like a slug inching forward, panting, snorting, and grabbing at her heels. As he reached for Madison, his dingy yellowish skin stretched open, dripping blood down his arms, cut deeply from the sharp broken glass. Just before he lunged forward in a vicious, last-ditch bid to snatch her, Madison scrambled to her feet. Twinkles clung to her shirtsleeve, eyes boggling.
    Madison brushed herself off and picked up her shoulder bag. The revolting corpse rose slowly from the floor and shuffled toward them. He wore a red, half-shredded T-shirt with a picture of a snake devouring its own tail.

    “I thought you said these things can’t climb,” Madison said, catching her breath. Donnie Zimmer waddled across the room like some psychotic toddler.
    “Yeah, well, at least they’re super slow….” Zack ushered Madison into the bathroom. The bedroom door started to crack, and the smothered zombie moan swelled through the fractured wood.
    Zack gazed down into the dark, fathomless laundry chute and then back at Madison. “It’s gonna be a tight squeeze.” Madison shot him a sharp, devilish glare.
    “What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked.
    “Nothing,” Zack said. “You’re bigger than me, that’s all.”
    “Bigger?” she asked, steely-eyed. “I’m bigger than you? Why don’t you just say what you really mean, Zachary?”
    “What are you talking about, Madison?”
    “That I’m too fat to fit down that disgusting chute…”

    “Are you kidding me right now?” Zackshouted with a growing sense of alarm. “We gotta go!”
    The Zimmer zombie lurched nearer and nearer, and the ravenous horde of snaggletoothed hellhounds pulverized the bedroom door mercilessly. It was now little more than a gnarly blob of mutilated limbs and snapping jaws.
    In spite of all this, Madison waited, arms crossed, chin raised, tapping her foot. Zack plucked up her bag and tossed it down the chute in a frenzy of impatience.
    “Madison, come on!”
    “I’m not going anywhere until you say something nice.”
    “Something nice,” Zack blurted unwisely, holding out his hand for her to take.
    “About me, you little runt,” she said,