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tried a
little laugh. “Anyway, $18.50.”
    And an old woman came up and bit the boy's
neck. He gasped in surprise. Blood shot out of his throat and onto
Brooke's shirt. Huge drops of it fell on the pizza box.
    Brooke screamed and slammed the door.
    Shock gave way to guilt and she opened the
door to help.
    “ What's going on?” said
Dalton behind her.
    The boy was now being dragged down the
street by two old ladies. The first one chewed on his neck as he
struggled weakly. The second old lady grabbed one of his arms and
brought his hand to her mouth. She bit into the top and tore off a
huge flap of skin, exposing bone and muscle. The boy tried to
scream and gargled in his own blood.
    “ Oh shit,” said Brooke,
staring.
    “ Oooh,” said Maylee from
across the room. “Big girl gets to cuss.”
    “ Shut the fuck up,
Maylee,” said Brooke, shutting the door and locking it. She stepped
away from the door, fishing into her purse for her cell phone. She
had to call the cops.
    “ Nice,” said Maylee,
getting up and stomping to the door. “Don't tell me what to do,
bitch.”
    She opened the door and screamed.
    A man in a muddy suit grabbed her and pulled
her out the door.
    “ Maylee!” yelled Dalton,
racing outside.
    “ Damn it!” yelled Brooke,
following.
    Outside, Maylee was struggling with the man.
He was trying to bite her but Maylee was barely holding him off.
Two teenagers were approaching. One had half his face missing.
    Dalton grabbed one of Maylee's shoulders.
Brooke grabbed the other. The man pulled Maylee toward him. The
teenagers drew near.
    Maylee screamed and kicked the man in the
face. He fell back and let go.
    Dalton and Brooke pulled Maylee inside as
the teenagers grabbed for them. Dalton shut the door and locked
it.
    “ What the fuck!” shrieked
Maylee.
    “ Don't open the door!”
said Brooke.
    “ No shit, really?” said
Maylee, pacing. “What the hell is going on?”
    “ I don't know,” said
Brooke, looking for her phone again.
    Dalton was looking out the large front
window. “They're eating the pizza guy.”
    “ You mean the pizza,” said
Maylee.
    “ No,” said Brooke, “he
means the pizza guy.”
    Maylee went to the window and looked. “Oh
shit.”
    “ The cops aren't
answering,” said Brooke, holding her cell phone to her ear. “Why
the hell aren't they answering?”
    Maylee and Dalton turned to look at Brooke.
Maylee walked over. “Let me try.”
    “ I know how to dial,
Maylee,” said Brooke.
    The window crashed in. Four arms grabbed
Dalton and pulled him outside.
    “ Fuck!” yelled Maylee,
running and jumping out the window.
    “ Damn it!” yelled Brooke.
“I'm in charge here! Stay inside!”
    She ran to the window. Maylee was pulling
Dalton away from the two teenagers. Brooke climbed out to help. One
of the old ladies, face covered in the pizza boy's blood, grabbed
her.
    The smell from the woman was awful. Her skin
was clammy and cold. Brooke's grandfather had died two years ago.
Brooke had touched him in the coffin. His skin then felt like the
old woman's now. The woman hissed at her and leaned in to bite.
    Maylee's foot slammed into the woman's head.
The old woman fell over and Brooke scrambled away.
    “ Hitting them in the head
seems to help,” said Maylee.
    “ Back in the house,” said
Brooke. The old woman was getting up. The teenagers were closing
in. The man with the muddy suit was coming up from one
side.
    She helped Dalton back in the window. Maylee
climbed in and Brooke followed. The group of crazy attackers was
approaching the window.
    “ We need to block the
window,” said Maylee.
    “ Here,” said Brooke. “Help
me.” She grabbed hold of the couch and pushed it toward the window.
Maylee and Dalton joined her. The three of them tipped the couch up
onto its side, against the window. The crazies outside pushed at
it.
    The three of them stepped back and looked at
the couch. “That's not gonna hold long,” said Dalton.
    The couch started falling