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residential strip--he'd been there often enough with Dana, knocking back beers and playing poker.
    Straight-up infected flesh-eating maggots I can grasp--I can deal with them , he thought, but these headshots-don't-kill-me bastards… This is some shit .
    Re-loading the Glock, he headed west, keeping to the trees.
     
     

CHAPTER 6
     
     
    Kelly's house was in sight, four lots down, behind a waist-high wooden fence.  Zombies strolled down the sidewalks, looking like pedestrians bringing the dog out for a walk.  Most of them were shamblers, staggering awkwardly and stumbling on curbs and steps, but some moved with predatory speed, hurtling fences and clambering over parked cars.
    Joey bent over, hands on his knees, trying to suppress a coughing fit--running three blocks with smoker's lungs has a price.  I miss my truck .  He winced, a sharp pain stabbing between his ribs.  Why the hell didn't I take one of the abandoned cars?   He stood up and chuckled softly.  Because you're a fuckin' moron, Joe--that's why .  Usually, he blamed mental lapses on the copious amount of weed inhaled during his teenage exploits.
    The clip was topped off.  Joey checked the five remaining magazines before pulling the slide back and chambering a round.  He hefted the machete and made his way through Kelly's neighborhood. 
    Each house occupied a lot of equal dimensions to all the others, and every house had a wooden fence complete with a mailbox mounted on a pole.  There were no lights shining in any of the houses.
    Joey skidded down a shallow grassy hill and onto the sidewalk.  Staying in a crouch, he shuffled behind a sky blue minivan--he was directly across the street from Kelly's home.  There were two undead in the street; both were drag-assing in the same direction--away from Joey.  He waited until they were a comfortable distance away. 
    His back hit against the vinyl siding a little louder than he liked.  Joey squeezed his body into the shadows.  The flesh-eaters kept ambling away, apparently waiting for a dinner bell.
    The house had a back door, a basement bulkhead, and a wraparound porch that led to the front entrance.  He stretched up and peered in the back window.
    ROOF-GRRRRR-ROOF-ROOF!
    Bloody-eyed and foaming at the fangs, the mutt banged its snout into the glass as if tapping out a message in Morse code.  Its claws scratched on the sill--the noise made Joey's neck cramp. 
    Her dog has seen better days.   Joey backed away from the window.  He remembered being at Kelly's house--not more than four days ago--playing cards and tossing potato chips to the very dog now snarling for his blood.
    A fast-mover careened over the wooden fence and hurtled in Joey's direction.  He aimed and fired; the 10mm round tore the zombie's neck off.  The headless body came forward, arms flailing, and hit the grass with a heavy thud; the head flew back, bounced off a fire hydrant and rolled down the street.
    All the zombies in the neighborhood turned in Joey's direction.
    Well doesn't this suck , he thought.  Drawing the machete, Joey rounded the house and took the front steps three at a time.  The door was locked.  Low moans punctuated the air behind him: a four-pack of zombies--all women--staggered towards the house.
    Joey turned and booted the door: it swung open, cracking against the interior wall.  He stepped into the darkened house, gun raised. 
    "Dana!  If you're in here, baby, make some noise!"
    A guttural snarl came from atop the stairs.  Kelly's daughter Anna, barely a teenager, erupted from a bedroom and fixed crimson eyes on Joey.
    He raised the Glock.
    She tumbled down the first half of the stairs, snarling and gurgling. 
    Joey's finger eased up on the trigger.  All he could see was the bubbly, air-headed younger version of Kelly--the girl who batted lashes at him every time he stopped by. 
    She righted herself and sprang off the stairs, gory hands outstretched.
    This shit ain't right , he thought; but he yelled,