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glued on the zombies moving ever closer, ready to close in on us at any second.
    “ In case you haven’t noticed, there’s nothing around,” Nick said, “and I doubt they’re gonna give us an arsenal to work with. That would only destroy their fun.”
    “ The zombies don’t have brains,” I said. “Luckily, we do. We just have to outthink them.” Three zombies? That’s manageable. Yeah, we can handle that. We’ve fought off far more, I reasoned suddenly feeling naïvely hopeful. “I’ll take the hag in the green dress.”
    “ I call dibs on Officer Deadhead,” Nick said, noticing the tattered uniform of the middle zombie. “Lucas, can you manage the chick in the purple?”
    “ Love me a chick in a form-fitting jumpsuit,” Lucas said.
    I tuned out to focus on my target. The rotting lady in the green halter dress sneered and growled as she moved toward me. The left side of her face, from cheek to throat, had been ripped away. I had nothing for a weapon but my wits—that and a wicked roundhouse kick. The decomposing woman half-staggered toward me. She seemed to be limping worse than the others, and I soon saw why: She was still wearing one high heel. The other shoe dragged along the ground behind her, still looped around her ankle. I wanted to get my hands on those stilettos, not because they matched my outfit, but because they’d make for a spiky weapon, in lieu of anything else. As she came closer, I took a running leap and dropkicked her in the center of her chest, sending her somersaulting backward, into the grass, with a stupefied look on what was left of her hideous face. I ripped the high heels from her ankles and proceeded to pound one right through her eye, and she stopped moving. “Lucas!” I said, throwing him the other heel. “Here!”
    He used the fashionable footwear to take down the lady in the purple jumpsuit in one quick blow. “Shoes are a girl’s best friend, ya know!” he yelled as she tumbled to the ground in a stinking, lifeless heap.
    Now came the part I hated. If I wanted to use the heel again, I knew I’d have to pull it out of the lady’s decaying face.
    I heard Nick cheer from behind me, “The police dude still has his revolver. The idiots didn’t disarm him!”
    I turned to see the policeman writhing on the ground, grasping his mutilated hands at Nick’s legs. Nick put both hands around the revolver, centered his aim, and squeezed off his shot. The policeman’s brains seemed to explode from the back of his head, painting the field in a fresh coat of gore. Nick spun around, keeping the gun at head level.
    There was no time for celebration, however, as another squad of undead goons had been released and were heading our way.
    “ Guys!” Lucas shouted. “I don’t think they’re gonna stop sending these things until we’re dead.”
    “ Well, they best not hold their breath,” Lucas shouted with a laugh as he took aim at the coming horde.
    Three more surrounded me, and I knew then that it wasn’t going to end. They were going to keep sending zombies out until we were dead, just like Lucas said, the sick freaks. They shouted and cheered the zombies on, and I couldn’t believe it. What happened to the America I believed in? The one my brother and Lucas fought for?
    I assumed a combat fighting stance and immediately went for the closest zombie. He had scraggly red hair and was missing his right arm. He was also shirtless and flat-out nasty. I wanted to gag at the missing chunks of skin that had left a hole in his bulbous stomach. Ropes of intestines dangled and dragged behind him with every lumbering step. With my left hand open and palm out, I struck him hard in the nose, sending the shattered bone up into the thing’s brain. The creature slumped to the ground, releasing a sickening, unforgettable gurgle from his throat.
    Spinning around as fast as I could, I delivered a vicious sidekick to the head of some tattooed skinhead who had a gaping hole where his nose