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       She managed to get her elbow on the dead man’s throat while frantically trying to get the 9mm out of her waistband. She was being pulled closer and closer to the bloody face of her attacker. She was close enough to feel the cold damp air being exhaled as it growled and snapped its teeth. Its breath was a sickening aromatic cacophony of putrid rotting flesh. She could clearly see the white gleaming bodies of tiny maggots crawling around the corners of its eyes.
       Finally she was able to get a grip on the pistol. She put it to the zombies forehead and pulled the trigger.
       The zombie’s head snapped back as its body relaxed and let loose its grip on her. She put another round in the top of his head for good measure. It lay unmoving beneath her.
      Struggling to her feet she leaned against the wall. She stared down at the body as a pool of blood slowly spread out from underneath it.
       “Shit, shit, shit! ” she screamed.
       Taking a deep breath she collected her thoughts for a moment, examined herself for wounds, then went back to what she had been doing.
       For a brief moment she felt like crying but fought the urge.
       There would be no time to cry from now on, she thought.
       She stuffed the pain meds and antacids into her pockets, stepped over the zombie and out of the bathroom. She headed up the hall and to the kitchen.
      As she rounded the corner she was met by another one standing at the back door blocking her path.
      Still angry about being attacked she stood there staring the dead man down. She raised the pistol, aimed between the things eyes and waited for it to charge.
       “What are you waiting for?” she finally screamed.
       The zombie flinched as if startled by her outburst but made no move to attack her. It stood there for a few more seconds, grunted at her, then turned and stepped out onto the porch. Then it walked down the steps and into the yard. She walked outside and watched as it high stepped down the driveway.
       “Strange,” she said softly to herself, “he’s just like the mailman and Miss Lillian.”
       Just as she came to the bottom step, another one shuffled around the corner of the house. His arms were outstretched and the hands were opening and closing like he was trying to grab something. He was growling through clenched teeth like a rabid dog.
       For some strange reason this reminded her of a Little rascals episode she saw many times on VHS tape as a kid. The episode where a wild man from the deepest darkest jungle had escaped from the circus and was chasing the our gang kids around the house saying “yum yum eat ‘em up, yum yum eat ‘em up”. She smiled at the idea, a little amused at herself for having such a thought at a time like this, then shook the notion from her head and tightened her grip on the pistol.
       The dead man that had just walked away turned back to look then picked up its pace as it moved down the driveway a little faster.
       Amy stopped and waited for this one to stop and stare. It didn’t. It shuffled closer and was obviously intent on killing her.
       She pointed the pistol at the thing and pulled the trigger. The dead man’s bottom j aw flew apart. Its head jerked to one side but the zombie continued forward, the top row of teeth and the jagged white remnants of its jaw bone now exposed. The bloody bruised tongue darted around its shattered mouth like a wounded snake.
       Amy aimed more carefully this time then squeezed the trigger again. The shot entered between the thing’s eyes forcing the contents of its skull out a gaping smoking hole in the back of its head. It took one more step then crumpled to the ground in a lifeless heap.
       Alerted by the gunshots, those that had been milling about in the street and yards nearby turned toward the sound and were heading in her direction. She couldn’t risk them seeing her go back to her house so she ran back into Bob’s.
       Amy went to the