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a girl? Hell no. Unless you've
been practicing with something else at the range with your dear old
husband, you keep that 12 gauge close by." He looked her up and
down again. Nice tits, real nice ones. Too bad he couldn't spend
more time looking at them right now. "Go get dressed. Unless you
want to be running around town in a bathrobe."
    "Fuck. You're right." She went out of the
closet and opened a dresser by the big king bed. Frank was watching
her as she dropped the robe and started going through the drawers.
She slipped on some panties and he thought: only on a day like this.
    There was a bang from downstairs. Then another
one.
    Shots.
    Frank ran out of the bedroom to the top of the
stairs. He looked down at the front door. Todd had the door cracked
open and he was kneeling with his service pistol pointed
outside.
    "You get it?" said Frank.
    "Two of them. A mother and a daughter. The
girl had a big bite in her neck. I know you said run if it was more
than one, but they looked like they were alone. They came from the
woods on the side of the house."
    "Fuck it. Nice work. Now let me see how
missy's doing up here." Frank went back and poked his head in the
bedroom and Kelly had jeans and a blue tank top on. She wasn't
wearing a bra. He saw that small detail, but that was because he
also got paid to notice details, not because he thought he was
going to score in the middle of a zombie outbreak. She had the
shotgun in one hand and a little leather purse in the other
one.
    Frank said, "What the fuck you planning to do
with that purse? Go to the Maine Mall?"
    "It's full of 12 gauge shells, Frank. Thinking
ahead."
    "You know that those fucks only stop if you
nail them in the head, right?"
    Kelly said, "Like in the movies. I get
it."
    Frank didn't think she'd be getting any
headshots, but a 12 gauge had enough kinetic energy at close range
to knock things back and buy you time.
    There was another moaning sound from outside.
It was a deep moan that sounded like a whole herd of cows getting
tortured. "Fuck," said Frank. "I think we have more company. You
have a car that runs?"
    Kelly cracked a smile. "BMW M3. V8. 400+
horsepower." She knew the car was overkill and Terry didn't like
that she'd gone German but she'd gotten her way on the car
anyhow.
    Frank cracked his own smile. He liked chicks
who were into cars. The fact that it was German could be forgiven,
in his book. M3's were sweet. "Then get the keys. Cause we have to
get out of town."
    He and Kelly ran down the stairs and met up
with Todd. Todd had shut the front door and he was crouching by a
window. The window was open enough to shoot from without breaking
glass. Todd looked at them and said, “You guys hear that
noise?"
    "Fucking straight," said Frank.
    "How'd they track us here?"
    "I don't know. This place is crawling with em.
But it's looking like we got another lucky break. Miss Kelly here
has an M3 in the garage, and we're taking it for a
spin."
    The three of them ran back to the kitchen and
then followed Kelly's lead. She took a key off a hook and opened a
door that went down to the attached garage. Kelly went for the
driver's side but Frank stopped her. "You let me take this one," he
said.
    "Just when this was getting exciting,” she
said. She let him take the driver's seat. She pouted.
    Frank saw. He said, "Whatever.”
    It was a two-door. He opened the driver's door
and slid the seat forward door so Kelly could get in the back with
the Remington. He put the AR into the front seat and Todd got in
and put the rifle in his lap. Frank looked up at the sun visor and
pressed a button on the black garage door opener. The garage door
started to rise up.
    He started the car. He thought the garage door
was slow as hell. He was looking straight out at the sliver of
light that was getting wider underneath it. They were sitting ducks
right here in the garage. Frank thought that if they were lucky it
would be clear and they'd be able to outrun whatever was coming at
them from