mmerriam | Unfair!

Dudes, I finally sell one of my favorite stories, and what happens? Zombies attack, that's what happens.

We've retreated upstairs, as the patio door made the downstairs completely indefensible. The teenagers from up the hill broke through it with no trouble. At least there's only one way up here: the staircase makes a major choke point and any idiot with a 12 gauge can hold it with a little determination.

But they just keep coming. It's like they're trying to stack their own dead/undead up for cover and something to climb on. The one with the fuchsia (or maybe pinkish blood) hair seems to be some kind of Zombie-Queen. I keep trying to get her in my sites, but she's got the Dark's own luck.

I can hear them downstairs, shuffling around dripping gore on my carpet and mocking my CD and DVD collection.

We've ammo, water, cold pizza, and internet. Behind me is the raspy sound of

careswen methodically sharpening the swords. Once the ammo is gone, well, I guess we'll fight hand-to-stump for as long as we can hold out. The Reverend Selena has sharpened her claws and is now napping. I envy her calm in the face of sure doom.

They're massing at the bottom of the stairs for another push and I can hear scrabbling noises in the attic...