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In that regard, they were one-trick ponies. But here we were, facing a gang breaking the one and only rule known to zombiekind.
    Without letting my eyes drift from the scene for a second, I managed to get into the truck.
    “ Echo, hand me my laptop, please.”
    I was shocked when the device found its way into my grasp with nary a question or complaint. Everyone in the Hummer was glued to the windows—hoping to get some glimmer of understanding of the scene unfolding in front of them.
    The laptop booted quickly and I jacked it into the truck’s sound system.
    “ Give me a beat,” I said, as my right index finger came down on the Enter key to fire off the Obliterator command. At the Janet Jackson reference, Jamal looked at me and flashed a wide, wicked grin and said, “Miss Nitshimi, if I’m nasty.”
    The high-pitched oscillating sound tore from the speakers mounted to the undercarriage of the Hummer. With the vehicle not moving, the vibrations from the sound traveled straight up, through steel and glass.
    I slammed my palms against the passenger-side window to get a good look at the attack. To my shock, the zombies didn’t budge.
    “ Bethany.” Jamal’s voice broke through my fear. “This isn’t in any way good.”
    “ No, Jamal. No, it’s not.”
    Echo reached from the back seat and grabbed my shoulder. “They aren’t reacting at all.”
    “ If what we are seeing is real,” Jamal whispered to me, “the game has officially changed.”
    He was right. The Obliterator was always the one assurance we had against the zombie masses. No matter what kind of situation we found ourselves in, if we could produce the sounds at the right frequency and pitch, we could drive the various iterations of zombies away: Moaners, Screamers, Berserker…Boners. But this, this was entirely new and entirely frightening.
    Morgan gestured for me to power down the machine. I complied and rushed out to stand between her and Joshua. The sound of gunfire took over where the Obliterator left off. One by one the bastards dropped. Josh didn’t miss. Watching him go at it, weapon in hand, brought a level of assurance I hadn’t felt since Commander Leamy was taken from us.
    There was one zombie remaining. Josh stopped firing. He nodded to Rizzo and a knife sliced through the air to embed itself in the skull of the last zombie standing. The Moaner dropped to the ground to spend eternity with its brothers.
    From out of nowhere, Rizzo bounded toward the knifed zombie, placed her foot on the thing’s head, and retrieved her knife. The skull caved in from the weight of her foot and a thick brown-and-black paste oozed from the cracks. The smell that wafted upward was infectious death. Rot and putrescence danced their way into my nose and promised to never give quarter. I turned away and fought back a flood of bile. From the sounds at my back it seemed every member of the living brigade was busy fighting the same battle.
    “ What the hell?” Joshua spoke between heaves. “I’ve never smelled anything so foul.”
    I wiped tears from my eyes, swallowed hard, and turned back to the macabre smoothie collecting on the pavement around the car. Curiosity already had its delicate tendrils buried deep in my brain. Nothing would stand in my way of knowing what this new stench of death meant.
    “ You might want this.” Morgan stood beside me with a gas mask in hand.
    I grabbed the mask and slipped it over my head. The echoing sounds of my own breathing filled my ears. “Thanks.”
    Puddles of brown and black slickness collected around my feet. What should be intestines, brains, blood, piss, and shit was nothing more than a lake of rot.
    “ Rizzo.” I turned to locate the girl. “Can I borrow your knife?”
    She looked to me, her eyes wide with shock. “Why? Why do you need my knife? Get your own, there are many like it, but this one is mine.”
    Rizzo finished her “ode de army” and stared on at me. Seconds ticked by before the corners of her