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the puncture hole, and the pup squirmed free of the zombie death grip.

    The gruesome arm drew back through the jagged hole in the garage door as Twinkles dropped to the cement. The ax head clanked on the floor with a bright orange spark. A torrent of pain shot up the wooden haft into Zack’s wrists.
    “Owww!” he yelped.
    Madison rushed over to her puppy, and the frightened little dog scampered off hastily into the shadows.“Twinkles?” she shouted. “Come back!” But Twinkles had already darted back into the house. Madison’s big blue eyes narrowed with hate, her face a crazed scowl. She spun wildly around and stomped to the back of the garage. She came back from the junk-cluttered corner, wielding an old fire extinguisher.
    “Open the door,” she said in a tranquil daze, possessed now with the relaxed composure of divine vengeance.
    “Are you sure that thing even works?” Zack asked skeptically.
    Madison aimed the fireextinguisher at Zack’s feet and squeezed the pressure valve. The red tank hissed and gargled, and a fierce white spray shot from the black nozzle. “Now!” she commanded.
    He dropped the ax and quickly pressed the button. The gears cranked overhead, slowly hoisting the garage door on its tracks. As the door lifted up, the overpowering stench of death seeped into the garage while the nitrous vapor seeped out.
    Outside, the sluggish zombie brutes dragged their scuzzy feet toward the grinding screech of the rising door.
    Madison clutched the nozzle, herthumb jittery on the shiny steel trigger.

    The wretched dog-snatching zombie wobbled through the white foggy haze, and Madison shot a long blast of foam from the fire extinguisher. Blinded by the chemical froth, the zombie stumbled forward, flailing away at Madison.

    She leaped to her right and dodged the foam-frosted ghoul, executing a textbook side kick that landed squarely in the zombie’s lower back and sent the beast clanging into the garbage cans at the back of the garage.
    “You like that, you walking pile of pus?” Madison shouted.
    Pulling the car keys out of his pocket, Zack sprinted to the Volvo, unlocked the driver’s side door, and hopped behind the wheel. He watched through the windshieldas two more zombies shambled off the lawn toward the garage.
    Madison aimed the extinguisher’s nozzle at their rage-twisted faces, clicking the valve over and over, but the foam had run out. The zombies leaned as they hobbled, bones crooked in their sockets, faces curious and almost smiling as they limped toward Madison.
    “Zack, do something!” Madison cried, backing across the blacktop.
    Zack cranked the key in the ignition too far clockwise, causing a horrible chattering screeeek, and stretched his foot down to the pedal.
    He slammed on the gas, and the Volvo lunged forward, colliding with the two bloodthirsty fiends. They soared off the bumper and sailed onto the lawn.
    Zack slammed on the brakes and jumped out.
    “Madison, you okay?” he asked.
    Madison’s stunned expression clicked back into focus as the Volvo began to roll slowly over the edge of the lawn.
    She pushed Zack out of the way and hopped in the driver’s seat. The tires stopped inches from theunconscious zombies splayed out over the front bushes. “You have to put it in park, moron,” Madison said, returning to normal. She clicked on the headlights. The zombies’ wrinkling flesh gurgled in the harsh light.
    Zack jumped in the passenger seat and buckled up. Madison swerved backward down the driveway, bouncing off the curb into the street. Zack stiffened against the seat back, eyes popping wide, as Madison slammed the accelerator and screeched off into the Phoenix night.

CHAPTER 7
    R ice’s house was dark and empty except for the bluish glow of the television flickering from the living room window. An abandoned backpack sat half-opened on the porch steps.
    “That’s his backpack,” Zack whispered. “But I don’t see Rice.”
    Madison puckered her lips in the