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medical supplies?”
    “… There are a few things
in the medicine cabinet and there might be some gauze in the drawer
next to the fridge.”
    “Is that it?”
    “Well, what the fuck do you want,
Ricky? This ain’t a hospital. Aren’t you supposed to have a kit in
your car, for when you come across bad accidents and
stuff?”
    “Yeah, but it’s not safe down there no
more kid.”
    Tommy looked down into the street.
There were the three bodies of the drunks that the cops had put
bullets in, they lay motionless in pools of blood. The Asian lady
was also in a pool of blood, but she was still crawling up the
street with her crushed legs dragging behind her.
    “Looks pretty clear to me, Carl,” Tommy
said.
    “Fuck you kid, why don’t you just go
ahead and jump?” Officer Bradley said through clenched
teeth.
    Officer Bradley disappeared for a long
while. Tommy watched the city around him. Small columns of smoke
were rising for miles in every direction he could see.
    “Oh shit, oh shit,” Officer Bradley
said, “Move over, kid.”
    The cop hopped up onto the ledge and
tried to scramble towards him, but his knee slipped off the edge
and he grabbed for it with both hands as his body swung in thin
air.
    “Jesus,” Officer Bradley panted,
“Jesus, kid, give me a hand. Help me back up.”
    Tommy started to scoot across the ledge
toward the officer, but then the torn face of his partner was
there. One of his eyes had been completely destroyed and the entire
left half of his face was gone. There were still bits of stringy
flesh dangling from the cheek bone, but Tommy could see all of the
teeth on that side.
    Tommy couldn’t move. The thing that had
been Officer Adam crawled up onto the ledge and began to chew on
his partners fingers. Officer Bradley screamed and tried to
reposition his hand, but the teeth followed and cop number one
couldn’t maintain his grip. He dropped, his legs hit the ledge of
the fourth floor and his body tumbled end over end. When his head
hit the concrete it broke open and splattered the sidewalk like a
bucket of paint had been spilled.
    Cop number two was really committed to
snacking on his partner because before Officer Bradley’s body even
stopped twitching, Officer Adam had climbed head first over the
edge and slammed down next to him. The lower half of cop number two
was twisted at an odd angle, but he didn’t seem to mind at all, as
he went to work chewing through his partner’s ribcage.
    Tommy didn’t want to jump anymore. He
lit his last cigarette and threw the empty pack down into the
street. He took a few more long drags then the power went out.
Several of the alarms died with the power and some of the police
sirens faded away. There weren’t any cars on the streets anymore,
at least none that were moving. As the sun set Tommy decided, he
didn’t want to die.
    He would have crawled back in the
living room window if his mother hadn’t been standing there. Her
bloody hands fumbled along the ledge as she silently grabbed at
him, but he was out of reach. He stared at her blank, Little Orphan
Annie eyes and knew at that point that he wanted to live more now
than he ever had in his twenty-three years on the
planet.
    He turned away from his mother, the
zombie, then and tossed his lighter down into the courtyard. If he
was going to live, he was going to have to be a non-smoker there
was no way he was getting another pack anytime soon. He looked back
at the crazy zombie standing in the window and wondered how long
she could possible last.

What follows is an excerpt
from the novel this short story is based on…
     
     
    DON
    OF THE
    LIVING DEAD
     
     
    By
    Robert DeCoteau
     
     
    A
    ZOMBIE TALES
PRESS
    Publication

CHAPTER ONE
     
     
     
    I can’t claim to have seen
every zombie movie known to man, but I have seen most of the good
ones, from the old black and white George A. Romero flicks to the
modern day, Resident Evil flicks. Many of them begin with the damage
already done. We