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“This is ridiculous,” Cynthia muttered to herself, watching the boarded up window intently. She knew they were out there.

“I mean, think about it,” she said softly. “What’s the worst they can do? Start eating me while I’m still alive? It’ll still be better than working the complaints line.”

Fingers poked through a gap between two boards, reaching out to her. They knew where she was too.

“Hey, what do you guys want, really?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop herself. She snapped her mouth shut, then she shrugged. There was no food – she could deal with the zombies, or deal with starvation. She bent down to peer out through the gap.

Dead eyes stared back, and the zombie on the other side moaned.

“Hello,” she said in her best customer service voice. “What can I do to help you, that doesn’t involve me dying in the process?”