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makeup would take off ten years. No more frumpy look. She could see her in a sexy green pantsuit. “I volunteer to give you a glamorous makeover.”
    Beth frowned. “Are we back to judging book covers? Anyway, I don’t foresee black and white attire dinners and hot dates in my future.”
    Rave blushed. She was trying so hard to being less narcissistic, and on Dora’s advice had dressed down and started applying less makeup. She called it being ‘down to earth’. “Sorry, what I meant was I would love to enhance your pretty features.”
    Beth laughed. “If you get us to safety, I’ll let you put clown makeup on my face.”
    Rave smiled. “Deal.” She walked to the window and lifted the blind. “Looks like the zombies are having a bad hair day out there.”
    Cashel protested. “Princess, you must stay inside. Let me go.”
    Rave sighed and shot him a pointed stare. “I’m the fastest flyer.”
    Beccan nodded. “That’s true.” He smiled and added. “But I’m quite capable of keeping up.”
    Beth raised a brow. “Princess?” She scoffed. “That explains the Vogue look and attitude.”
    Rave gave her sheepish smile. “Long story.”
    Beth narrowed her gaze. “And if you guys flew here, how come we didn’t hear a plane or helicopter? Heck, we didn’t even hear a car.”
    “When I said I was the fastest flyer I meant I’m the fastest raven.”
    Beth gave her an incredulous look. “The black bird? As in Edgar Allen Poe’s ‘The Raven’?”
    “Not that morose, but yep, we are raven shifters.”
    Barney turned to Dave and laughed. “Looks like they already got into your stash.”
    Dave scowled at him. “More like they dropped acid.”
    Rave winked at Dave. “I like you. You’re like the cool human granddad I never had.” She turned to Beccan. “We’ll fly out from the second floor and draw them away from the building.”
    Beccan held his HK 416. “Yes, Princess.”
    “Cashel, have them ready to board as soon as Beccan gets in the car.”
    Beth shot her an incredulous look. “What about you?”
    “Take a window seat and watch, but not for too long, we need to move, pronto.”
    Beth narrowed her eyes. “Uh, huh.”
    Rave and Beccan dashed upstairs and opened a window. She spread her arms and swooped down as a raven. Beccan followed. She smiled as the three humans gaped from the window. She dive-bombed a zombie, piercing his skull and pithed his brain with her sharp beak. Beccan took out two more, giving the wide-eyed humans more of a show. Rave landed behind the swarm and roused her feathers into place. She brushed her beak on the grass. She was a fan of zombie movies but had no taste for brains. At least not like the normal carrion eating natural ravens.
    They shifted to their human forms and Rave shouted, “Hey, over here, dickheads.” She threw Beth a smile and turned back to the zombies. “Nevermore!”
    As if someone had thrown chum to a pool of great white sharks, they turned, barked stuttering moans, clawed their arms out and shambled toward her.
    When they were far enough away from the entrance, Rave shot five with her hand held crossbow, her aim perfect. Beccan aimed his HK 416 and with deadly accuracy took out the rest of the small swarm. Down the road hundreds shuffled toward the home like they heard about the all-you-can-eat party via a social network invite. Maybe their network was called Shambler. The hungry zombies blocked the road and they needed to clear it for the drive or they would turn into Meals-On-Wheels.
    Rave commanded, “Get the van! I’ll distract the mob and direct them off the road.”
    He frowned. “Yes, but don’t get too close.”
    Rave pinched her nose and nodded. “Got it.” Their stench was like a repellant.
    Beccan got in the van and zipped it around to the back. Shots were fired and then silence. The man never missed.
    Rave fluffed her hair, took out her mirror and checked her makeup. She refreshed her hot red lipstick and then quickly put her