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stopped running. The scene before her was a nightmare.
    Hundreds of zombie surf commandos from Mars were pouring out from every alley, lane, road, and street in Grover’s Mill. They charged over every square inch of downtown!
    Stomping, scraping, shuffling, groaning, moaning, and whining filled the air.
    Everyone ran wildly to escape. They cried out in terror! They tried to run! But everywhere ugly zombies were tapping foreheads!
    Rob and Bob, the Double Dunk twins shrieked and scrambled inside the Donut Den.
    Principal Bell, still trailing a slip of bathroom tissue from his sandal, tumbled away from a band of growling attackers.
    â€œWhoa!” shouted Jeff, “I’m going to make like a tree and — leave!” He took off down the street.
    â€œNo!” shouted Liz. She grabbed his arm, zigzagged through a line of parked cars, and ducked into the registration gill of the fish-shaped Baits Motel. “Jeff, I’m going to say something to you that they say in every junky movie I’ve ever seen.”
    â€œLike what? We’re going to die here?” said Jeff, peering from the gill to see old Mr. Usher flinging pancakes at zombies charging his restaurant.
    â€œNo.” Liz shook her head. She took a breath. Terror stampeded through her kathumping heart as she spoke. “Jeff, it’s all up to us!”
    â€œYeah, right,” he snorted, almost laughing. Then he looked into her face. “You’re serious! You mean it? Us?”
    Liz pointed at the incredible scene before them. Zombies shuffled over every inch of Grover’s Mill. People were screaming and running. “The zombies want brains. They’ll stop at nothing.”
    Jeff paused for a moment. “I guess you’re right. We can’t let them take over.”
    â€œOh, it wouldn’t be so bad,” a voice droned behind them. “Why not let the zombies get you?”
    Jeff whirled around and stared into the shadows of the Baits Motel. He grabbed Liz with one hand while he cupped his mouth with the other, trying to keep his breakfast in. All that mustard.
    If he had a third hand, he would have pointed it at what he saw. He didn’t, so he just nodded.
    Liz turned. “No!” she gasped.
    â€œBecome one of us!” the voice groaned from the shadows.
    Liz felt sick when she saw the eyes roll around so dull and blank.
    The figure stretched out its arms and shuffled toward them, leaving little gray sneaker prints behind it on the floor.
    â€œHolly!” Liz gasped. “You’re a zombie!”

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    Kid Brains
    Holly Vickers shuffled closer, her fingers pointing at the two wrinkling foreheads in front of her. “Mmmm. Brains!”
    A shock of pain pierced Liz. Her best friend in the world had gone creepy. Liz felt even more alone. She stepped back. “Stop!” she shouted. “This is stupid! You’re Holly Vickers. You’re not a zombie! At least not yet.”
    Holly stopped and wobbled. Her skin wasn’t flaky yet, but it was turning gray and the spot on her head was bigger. Her eyeballs were dry and staring. Her arms stuck out stiff in front of her.
    The slapping and tapping of the zombie bongo drums was like a war chant filling Liz’s ears. She remembered the words of the creepy beach song.
    Fresh brains are good for what ails us,
Until the mother ship sails us!
    Suddenly — JRIZZZZ! — an idea sparked in Liz’s mind. Everything fell into place like marbles on a Chinese checkers game. She brightened like a lightbulb in an oven when you click the switch.
    â€œYes!” she said.
    â€œWhat is it?” asked Jeff.
    Liz craned her neck and looked down the street. “The Donut says it’s almost eight o’clock. We have to hurry!”
    Jeff stared at her. “What? Are you hungry?”
    â€œYeah, for popcorn. We’re going to the movies! Now grab Holly and follow me,” Liz said.
    Jeff pulled back. “No way. She’s