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other side of the door. It occasionally blocks the view of
lightning through the hole; their swaying executioner.
    ***BBBBAAANNNGGG!!!!***
    ***BBBAAANNNGGG!!!!***
    As if he knows that the
door is about to collapse at any moment, he ups the frequency of
his pounding.
    ***BBBAAANNGG!!***
    ***BBBAAANNNGG!!***
    The hole is now big enough
for the intruder to fit his entire arm and head through. This is
evident when he tries to get inside prematurely. He growls,
frustrated, and withdraws back out of the hole. Inside, his preys
continue to shudder in fear.
    ***BAAANNGG!!!***
    ***BAAANNNGG!!!***
    *****BBAAAAAAAAANNG!!!!!!!!!!!*****
    With that, the majority of
the door falls through. The terrified girl clutches on to her
father as our zombie lets out yet another roar of triumph. His hard
times seem to be behind him.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: GET AWAY FROM US!!!
    He responds with another
roar, this one much more irate, and then begins making his way
through the space he created to claim his prize. The girl watches
his haunting silhouette maneuver through the cavity in the door,
paralyzed with fear. All her brain can think to do is hold on
tightly to her father and never let go; if she holds on to him
forever, there's no way she'll lose him. Gary can do nothing but
wait, ready to defend his daughter.
    When he gets completely
through the space, our zombie is met with a flying extinguished oil
lamp, thrown by the frantic teenager. It bounces off the walker's
left shoulder and shatters on the closet floor. It goes pretty much
unnoticed by the hungry zombie, and he continues toward the
quivering pair, moving slowly as if relishing the moment, savoring
the fearful expressions of his feast that can do nothing to escape
him. Then, without warning, the view of her approaching end is
blocked by something large. Her father. He has left her side, and
now stands tall in front of her. He stands so tall it reminds the
girl of the old days when Gary was in good health.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Dad!…
    Gary: Stay
back!
    Our zombie gets closer to
the weak defending father, and his daughter grabs on to him from
the back.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: Let's just run!
    As she says this, she puts
herself within reach of the monster, who takes his chance and
extends his arm to grab on to her fresh supple flesh. Reacting
instinctively, Gary grabs his daughter by the arm and pushes her
past the groping beast. Her body crashes into the broken closet
door.
    Gary: RUN!!!
    Gary's command is stern and
is not that of a weak man.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: But...!
    Even with the free meal of
this man right in front of him, our zombie couldn't care less about
Gary's sick stale body. He turns away from the screaming man to go
after the fresher prey that still hasn't left the closet as her
father told her to. There is a great hesitation inside of her, for
she doesn't want to just leave him where he is most likely to be
killed.
    Gary: I
SAID, GO!!!
    Gary yells one more time at
his disobedient daughter, and the burly man takes a swing at the
back of our zombie's head. The true extent of the sick man's power
is revealed. The blow to the back of the undead beasts skull does
nothing but annoy it and gain its attention. It turns back and
purrs a low growl of frustration, leering at Gary in
anger.
    LongBlondeHairedGirl: DAD!
    Gary readies himself for an
attack from the ticked off walker. Heavy thunder and lightning,
strike.
    Gary: ********, LISTEN TO YOUR FATHER WHEN HE GIVES YOU
INSTRUCTIONS!!!!
    The sound of Gary's voice
puts that all too familiar fear into her, and for a moment, she is
more afraid of her father than his attacker. But she still can't
seem to avert her gaze, or get her legs to move.
    Gary: GO
NOW!!
    Gary's booming voice shocks
the sense back into her, and she begins to make her way out through
the broken closet door just as her sick father gets taken hold of.
All Gary's attempts to defend himself fail. He is far too weak to
really give our zombie any type of a fight, or even