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ran fast as his legs would carry him out into the street, praying that he wasn't headed straight into a herd of undead biters in the process. To his astonishment the street was relatively calm, with most of the walking dead headed towards the commotion in the backyard, and only a few spotted him. He didn't waste any time putting distance between himself and them. Pumping his legs as fast as he could go, he propelled himself like a rocket towards Emily's front door. In moments he was on the soft grass of her front lawn heading towards the big bright mat with the words “ALL ARE WELCOME” scrawled across the front.
    Not today they're not, Tyler thought.
    The living room window was sprayed with blood from the inside, obscuring any potential view he had. The sight of it caused his stomach to clench up again, and fear to spike through his bloodstream.
    What if she didn't make it?
    He pushed the tiny voice from his head, grabbing the doorknob and yanking it open without hesitation. He stepped inside and slammed the door behind him, unconcerned about the attention that he might be bringing down on himself. He felt like a wild animal was trying to claw its way out of his chest. Sweat poured down the sides of his face. He could hear his heart thumping in his ears, like a hammer coming down hard on sheet metal over and over again.
    “EMILY!” He screamed at the top of his lungs. “WHERE ARE YOU?!”
    He was halfway up the short set of stairs that led towards the living room when he heard her voice, soft like a whispered question with the words lilting upward in pitch at the end of the sentence.
    “Tyler? Is that you?”
    He rounded the banister at the top of the stairs to find her kneeling in a pool of blood. Her hands were trembling violently. She looked like she'd been crying for days. Her makeup streaked down her face like brushstrokes in an abstract painting. Just in front of her was the corpse of a man, minus the head, which had been blown clean off. There was a bloody shotgun resting in the puddle of filth matted into the carpet. In an instant it became clear to him what had happened.
    Her dad got bit somehow, Tyler thought. He knew he was going to die so he offed himself. That's why the windows were covered in blood.
    He rushed to her without a word, and threw his arms around her. It took her a minute to respond, her shaking limbs finally reached around him and clung to him for dear life. She leaned her face into his chest, and he felt her warm tears wet his skin.
    “Oh my God. I can't believe you're really here,” she said, the words partially muffled by his shirt. “It's like a dream.”
    She's in shock, he thought, wondering just how long she'd been sitting in the living room, or if she'd seen him do it.
    Their reunion was cut short by the sound of pounding on the front door. Emily stiffened and let out a scream, which only made the heavy thumping grow more intense. Tyler jumped to his feet, ran to the living room window, and used a throw pillow from the loveseat to wipe clean a spot.
    It's not like anyone is going to mind now, he thought.
    He cleared away just enough of the gunk to confirm his worst fear. Outside, a steady stream of zombies was pouring out of houses and yards. They were making their way to her front door, where a knot of big angry-looking dead guys were already busy hammering their bloody fists on the wood. Even if they reinforced the door with the sofa, it would eventually break under the weight of their collective mass and send them spilling into the tiny house.
    “We need to go now,” he said, running back and putting his hand out. “We don't have much time.”
    “Go where?” she asked.
    Good question, he thought.
    Before he had time to come up with an answer, the entire front door cracked down the middle and the dead began to flood into the house. Emily let out a blood-curdling shriek that sent icy chills down Tyler's back, making the hairs on his entire body stand on end. He grabbed her