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then he came at me so I hit him. His eyes were different, they had no colour to them. I got home and one of them had broken in and got my dog. The dog had killed him but the zombie had changed him. I had to kill him.” Tears stung his eyes at the thought of Rube again. He blinked them away.
    “Mate, I think the pressure of this job is getting to you. Those conspiracy theories are going to your head.” Dan was eyeing him suspiciously again.
    “Dan, you have to believe me, this is happening. I’m not sure what is causing it but it’s fucked up mate. Didn’t you notice a lack of traffic on the road this morning?” Jim was really trying hard not to sound like a nutcase now.
    “Well, yeah but that happens occasionally” Dan looked confused again.
    “What? It turns into a ghost town does it?!” Jim persisted. He needed to make him see. If Dan freaked and went to the police, if there was any police, then he could end up being stuck behind bars without a weapon when this whole thing kicks off.
    “Well no...” Dan now seemed stumped “but that doesn’t mean anything. It could just be an off day.” Jim could see he was trying to find excuses now. He didn’t want to admit the truth.
    “Come with me.” Jim moved into the kitchen and Dan followed. He showed him rubes body, followed by the body in the toilet before taking him upstairs.
    “All that proves is that you have killed your dog and some guy.” Jim was losing his patience with Dan.
    “Look if we find another one of this….things, would that confirm it for you?” He had to make him see.
    “Desperate times.” Thought Jim. He really didn’t want to run into another one but if Dan didn’t see, it was game over.
    “Well yeah.” Jim stood and opened the door. The house was the 2 nd house in on the left of his street. The first one was a beauty parlour that did cheap nails and sunbeds for the giro checking masses who want to look like they are worth more than their living standard suggests. To Jim’s right, just over the road, was the police station. A modern looking, long, rectangular building with a large grassy area to the left of it. The police station was one of the reasons he’d moved here. It was a deterrent at least. Even if the police were unwilling to do much about any criminals.
    Jim looked left, scanning the street for signs of life. Silence. A sound behind Jim made him jump as he span round to see Dan buried in a tissue trying to hock up his left lung.
    “Sorry mate” said Dan as he dropped the tissue in the bin. “This flu’s killing me.”
    “No worries.” Jim continued his search for life. He opened his mouth to shut out all internal body sounds and concentrated. There was a small whimpering sound coming from his left. It sounded like something in pain but he couldn’t quite make it out. He looked round for the source. The house to Jim’s left had one of the ground floor windows open a crack. He listened again. It was coming from inside.  Jim stepped back inside and closed the door.
    “I think next door are in trouble. There’s a whimpering sound coming from their house.” Jim explained as Dan listened intently.
    “So what’s the plan Batman?” Dan asked.
    “Funny. I need to change out of this monkey suit and pick up some kit and then we will go check it out. You ever fired a weapon before?” Jim needed all the firepower he could muster.
    “No mate, I’m a spectator here. You’re not dragging me into your twisted fantasy.” Dan obviously still didn’t believe him.
    “Fine but you need some form of weapon.” Jim slipped the tyre iron from his belt. “Will this do?” Dan weighed it in his hands and then gave it a training swing. “You got anything to clean it off with bud? I don’t fancy wandering around with a bloody tyre iron. Doesn’t look too good.” Jim threw him a towel off the floor and Dan wiped the tyre iron clean.
    “There. Well it’s as good as any mate. Anything you need me to do?” Jim pondered