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got up right away.”
Lenore poked at the body with the coat rack. There was no response. “Well, zombies aren’t smart enough to fake it.”
“ I think he’s really, really dead.” Ken poked the Sheriff’s head a few times with his foot. It lolled about a little, but the Sheriff did not move otherwise. “Yep. Dead.”
“ Okay. Then we leave now and get Mr. Cloy,” Lenore decided.
“ I’m so ready to not be here with dead things.” Ken headed to the rear of the store. Lenore trudged along behind him.
“ Got your keys?”
Ken frowned. “Of course-oh, wait!” He dashed to the counter, giving wide berth to the dead body on the floor, and grabbed up his keys from beside the cash register. “What would I do without you?”
“ Let’s not find out,” Lenore answered.
Ken rushed to her side and together they stared at the heavy wood door that opened onto the alley. “I’m scared.”
“ Me, too.”
“ I never watched horror movies growing up. They scared me too much. I’m not ready for this,” Ken said in a trembling voice. He wrapped his arms around her and laid his head on her shoulder.
Reaching up, Lenore patted his hair, stiff with hair gel and hairspray, and sighed. “Me neither. I thought they were stupid movies.”
“ So neither one of us knows what we’re doing,” Ken groaned.
“ Yep. But then again, it’s a unique situation. It’s not like dead babies get up every day and start eating everyone.”
“ Unless you live in L.A.” Ken was convinced everything bad on the planet originated in L.A.
Lenore rolled her eyes and heaved the coat rack over her shoulder. “Okay, open the door.”
“ I really don’t wanna.”
“ Dead body behind us,” she reminded him.
“ Fine!”
Ken whipped open the door. The alley came into view. Ken’s small Volkswagen convertible was parked just across from the back door under a carport. Between the door and the Volkswagen were five zombies greedily ripping apart some poor person and stuffing bits of flesh and gore into their mouths.
“ Shut the door,” Lenore ordered.
Ken stared in horror. “I think they’re eating the mailman.”
Lenore reached out and slammed the door shut just as the zombies realized there were fresh humans standing nearby. Sliding the heavy bolts into place and twirling the deadbolts until they locked, Lenore felt her stomach heaving. Beside her, Ken sobbed softly. Something hit the door on the other side and faintly they could hear the dead thing growling.
Overcome, Lenore stumbled to a nearby sink they used for cleaning up the brushes and bowls and threw up. Tears stung her eyes as her stomach kept emptying and her body was wracked with tremors. Ken’s hands delicately pulled her hair back and he stood next to her until she finished. She rinsed her mouth out with water as Ken rubbed her back and whispered that it would be okay.
Slowly straightening, she tried not to let him see she was crying. “Mr. Cloy is in danger. We were supposed to pick him up. They’re trying to get into his store.”
Behind them, the banging on the back door continued.
“ We can’t go out through the alley. Can we go out the front? Maybe whack the little demon kid?”
“ The other ones are right next door. If we go out and they rush us...” Lenore shook her head. “We’re kinda stuck.”
Ken suddenly looked excited. “The gun! The gun! The Sheriff has a gun!”
Together they raced over to the man’s body and knelt beside it. They both reached for the holster at the same time only to realize it was empty.
“ What the hell?” Ken looked around the store.
“ I got a bad feeling,” Lenore said, heaving herself to her feet. She moved over to the window and cracked the curtain just a little.
The little bastard was still pounding on the door, but didn’t notice her. In the street more of the dead things wandered around. They were fairly messed up and it was hard to tell if they were townspeople or not, though a few looked
Lenore poked at the body with the coat rack. There was no response. “Well, zombies aren’t smart enough to fake it.”
“ I think he’s really, really dead.” Ken poked the Sheriff’s head a few times with his foot. It lolled about a little, but the Sheriff did not move otherwise. “Yep. Dead.”
“ Okay. Then we leave now and get Mr. Cloy,” Lenore decided.
“ I’m so ready to not be here with dead things.” Ken headed to the rear of the store. Lenore trudged along behind him.
“ Got your keys?”
Ken frowned. “Of course-oh, wait!” He dashed to the counter, giving wide berth to the dead body on the floor, and grabbed up his keys from beside the cash register. “What would I do without you?”
“ Let’s not find out,” Lenore answered.
Ken rushed to her side and together they stared at the heavy wood door that opened onto the alley. “I’m scared.”
“ Me, too.”
“ I never watched horror movies growing up. They scared me too much. I’m not ready for this,” Ken said in a trembling voice. He wrapped his arms around her and laid his head on her shoulder.
Reaching up, Lenore patted his hair, stiff with hair gel and hairspray, and sighed. “Me neither. I thought they were stupid movies.”
“ So neither one of us knows what we’re doing,” Ken groaned.
“ Yep. But then again, it’s a unique situation. It’s not like dead babies get up every day and start eating everyone.”
“ Unless you live in L.A.” Ken was convinced everything bad on the planet originated in L.A.
Lenore rolled her eyes and heaved the coat rack over her shoulder. “Okay, open the door.”
“ I really don’t wanna.”
“ Dead body behind us,” she reminded him.
“ Fine!”
Ken whipped open the door. The alley came into view. Ken’s small Volkswagen convertible was parked just across from the back door under a carport. Between the door and the Volkswagen were five zombies greedily ripping apart some poor person and stuffing bits of flesh and gore into their mouths.
“ Shut the door,” Lenore ordered.
Ken stared in horror. “I think they’re eating the mailman.”
Lenore reached out and slammed the door shut just as the zombies realized there were fresh humans standing nearby. Sliding the heavy bolts into place and twirling the deadbolts until they locked, Lenore felt her stomach heaving. Beside her, Ken sobbed softly. Something hit the door on the other side and faintly they could hear the dead thing growling.
Overcome, Lenore stumbled to a nearby sink they used for cleaning up the brushes and bowls and threw up. Tears stung her eyes as her stomach kept emptying and her body was wracked with tremors. Ken’s hands delicately pulled her hair back and he stood next to her until she finished. She rinsed her mouth out with water as Ken rubbed her back and whispered that it would be okay.
Slowly straightening, she tried not to let him see she was crying. “Mr. Cloy is in danger. We were supposed to pick him up. They’re trying to get into his store.”
Behind them, the banging on the back door continued.
“ We can’t go out through the alley. Can we go out the front? Maybe whack the little demon kid?”
“ The other ones are right next door. If we go out and they rush us...” Lenore shook her head. “We’re kinda stuck.”
Ken suddenly looked excited. “The gun! The gun! The Sheriff has a gun!”
Together they raced over to the man’s body and knelt beside it. They both reached for the holster at the same time only to realize it was empty.
“ What the hell?” Ken looked around the store.
“ I got a bad feeling,” Lenore said, heaving herself to her feet. She moved over to the window and cracked the curtain just a little.
The little bastard was still pounding on the door, but didn’t notice her. In the street more of the dead things wandered around. They were fairly messed up and it was hard to tell if they were townspeople or not, though a few looked
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