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neck first. The two old men had done the same with the young mother, but not with the baby. Dennis figured that they hadn’t perceived it to be that much of a threat.
    His hot chocolate was now cool enough for him to take a sip. He winced as the vile liquid hit the back of his throat. My God, this one tasted worse than the last one. This was just ridiculous, what on Earth was he doing wrong? Why did it not taste like his wife’s hot chocolate? It’s not like he could ask her, now was it? Well, he could, but it was unlikely that Dennis would receive a coherent reply.
    He grinned as he heard the slow, monotonous pounding on the cellar door. “And speak of the devil,” he murmured.
    His loving wife had awakened from her not so eternal sleep. Trust Ethel to be late; she never was very prompt. Then again, the ropes he’d tied around her wrists and legs had been very tight. Maybe it just took her awhile to work herself free. That would be ironic; before he’d taken the decision to bludgeon her to death with his lump hammer, she couldn’t tie her own shoelaces without his help.
    Dennis stood up and flicked through the channels one last time before turning off the TV. He supposed that he’d have to deal with Ethel before that noise drove him to distraction. He was at a loss as to how he was going to achieve this. Ethel was dead, and Ronald Spinks certainly was. The man had been rotting under a flowerbed for the best part of a decade. How do you kill something that’s already dead? It wasn’t the sort of question that usually got asked.
    The banging stopped, then re-started as he approached the kitchen door. The sound seemed louder, and it had definitely become faster, almost frantic. Could she sense that he was closer?
    He had a machete under the bed and a shotgun hidden in the base of the wardrobe. Dennis was positive that one of them should be able to put an end to her. He paused for a moment as a screaming man ran past the living room window. Light bulbs went off in his head. He’d just had an epiphany. It was madness out there. Residents were consuming or being consumed. There had been no sign of any police or ambulance or even the army. They must know what was going on. Dennis figured that they’d sealed off the whole housing estate. Why stop at re-killing Ethel and watching the fun from the spare bedroom window? He could realize his dream tonight.
    He looked up at the framed portrait of Clint Eastwood hanging above the fireplace.
    “The Rojos on one side of town, the Baxter’s on the other, and me right in the middle.”
    The next few hours would prove to be very enjoyable. After all, it wasn’t like there was anything worth watching on the television.

Chapter Five
     
    That shambling horde of undead rotting bastards had cornered him. There was no way he’d be able to get past the fuckers, not this time. He could feel the sweat dripping down his face. What was he going to do? They had him surrounded. Those things would eat him for sure if he didn’t find a way out. Bugger, he only had the baseball bat and the hockey stick left in his inventory.
    Jacob Kingsley nervously tugged at his long goatee. This was a bloody quandary. He couldn’t even ask his clan mates for assistance. The fucking Internet had died an hour ago. He sighed, then paused the game instead. Playing this off-line just wasn’t the same; it sucked big monkey’s balls. Leaning towards the television to study the screen, he looked past the frozen snarling dead faces to see if he could find a path through them. Thank God the designers had opted for the slow, shambling zombies. Oh this was so annoying; there must be something he had missed.
    The snarling faces splattered all over the game box got his bloody goat when he’d first purchased Dead City Rising for his 360. Since when did zombies snarl? Everybody knew that was wrong. Still, apart from that major oversight, it was a pretty decent game. Fucking hard too. Jacob had heard a rumor that