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playing kissy-face with Twinkles and scratching her pampered lapdog behind his ears.
    Zack racked his brains for a quick, easy compliment, but with Madison that was not so easily done.

    “You know what, Madison?” Zack paused.
    The slavering ghouls tumbled into Zoe’s bedroom, a hideous gush of belching mutants.
    “If you want to stay here and get eaten, that’s your problem.”
    And with that, he snatched Twinkles, climbed into the chute, and slid down, leaving Madison alone to decide her fate.
    Zack rumbled down the old metal shaft, plummeting toward the garage. He held Twinkles snugly to his chest, and together they plunged into the stale stink of unwashed clothes.
    Shaking off a pair of grass-stained jeans, he listened for Madison coming down after him, but he only heard the empty whoosh of the downdraft. Then, out of the buzzing hollow of the chute, a mind-ripping shriek echoed down to the garage. An eerie silence followed, and Zack felt a heart-sinking chill in the endless quiet.
    “They got her…?” Zack whispered in disbelief.

CHAPTER 6
    T winkles cocked his head in confusion. “I guess it’s just me and you now, Twinkie….”
    But before Zack could pick up the whimpering mutt from the laundry, the laundry chute thundered to life with a metallic clunk.
    Zack and Twinkles watched as Madison flew headfirst into the musky hamper. She flung her arms and legs wildly, slinging off the Clarke family laundry every which way.
    Madison stood up and turned to Zack. “I can’t believe you left me up there with those Filthy McNasties,” she said, punctuating every word with a fierce jab tohis scrawny chest.

    But despite the dull pain of Madison’s chest-poking onslaught, Zack couldn’t stop the corners of his mouth from curling up into a grin.
    “You think it’s funny to leave a girl stranded like that?” she demanded.
    Zack broke out in a fit of laughter, and it was then that Madison realized the joke was on her…literally.
    In the midst of her tantrum, she’d neglected to notice the huge pair of tighty-whities hanging around her neck. She ripped them off her head quickly and threw them at Zack. Puh-tooey!
    “Whose are those?” she squealed, repulsed.
    “Must be Dad’s,” Zack giggled, stretching the elastic waistband a good two feet before flicking them away like a giant rubber band.
    “Oh, that’s sick.” She shuddered, plucking Twinkles off the pile of laundry.
    Zack pocketed his mother’s car keys off a brass hook next to the switch for the garage door. Meanwhile, the zombies staggered just outside the garage. Madison peeked through the window, holding Twinkles. “Where did they all come from?” she asked, as Zack scanned the walls for a decent weapon.
    “I don’t know,” he said, arming himself with a rusty ax.
    “What do you think you’re doing with that?” Madison asked him defiantly.

    “You heard what Rice said.” Zack swung the ax, and the edge whistled as it slashed through the air. “The only way to kill ’em is to chop off their heads.”
    “Zack, you can’t just kill them,” Madison argued. “They’re people!”
    “Wrong, Madison. They used to be people. Now they’re dead people that don’t know how to stay dead. It’s a doggie dog world, Madison,” Zack said. “I don’t make the rules.”
    “No, I make the rules. And the rule is, no killing anything until we figure out what’s going on out there,” Madison said, stroking Twinkles’s head. “And by the way, it’s not doggie dog world, it’s dog- eat -dog—”
    WHAM! A rotting zombie arm smashed through the garage door right behind her. Madison jumped around, but the curdled, pulpy hand ripped Twinkles from her arms before she could step away.
    Zack hopped over, ax raised, ready to hack through the grisly forearm, dangling severed veins off slabs of pruned flesh, but just before he brought down the blade, Twinkles sank his tiny fangs into the diseasedthumb. A small geyser of black juice squirted up from