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stirred.  He rounded the hallway corner and stopped in front of his apartment door.
    I don't even know if she's here .  He closed his eyes, sighing and feeling his bones creak.  I don't even know if she's alive .  He lowered the gun and fished in his pocket for the house keys.  His fingers felt numb and raw; he fumbled the keys and dropped them on the concrete floor--the noise was ridiculously loud.
    "What the shit."  He bent down and snagged them, making a jangling racket in the corridor. 
    Before he got up, the gunshot went off.  Wood fragments from the door sprayed over his head and back, and the cement wall behind him spat rocky chunks at his feet. 
    Joey stayed down and pressed himself against the wall to the right of the door.
    Another shot punched through the door, six inches lower than the first; if he hadn't moved, the bullet would've hit him square in the face.
    "Hey!" He damn near screamed--no way he was going to get shot in front of his own apartment after the hell he'd been through.  "Stop fuckin' shooting at me!  I'm not a damn zombie!"
    "Joey?"  It was Dana's voice.  "Joey, baby, is that you?!"
    "Yes it's me!  You almost fuckin' killed me, baby!"  He stood up and approached the door.  "I'm coming in now.  Point the gun somewhere else!"
    "Hold on, I need to move the dresser." 
    Joey heard her straining and grunting.  He heard the sound of something heavy dragging on the hardwood floor.  He thought about the scratch marks on the floor and wondered if the security deposit would cover the damage.  He looked at the bullet holes in the door… and laughed his ass off.
    Dana opened the door.  Joey was bent over, laughing like a loon, with tears streaming down his face.  She dashed out and knocked him over, her tongue in his mouth before he could take a breath.
    "Easy… baby…" He tried to free his lips and managed to turn away and snag a breath before she continued the attack.  Dana's triple-D bust pressed against his body; his hands started to explore.
    Neither one of them stopped to consider the absurdity of their action: softcore porn on the doorstep of a barricaded apartment, zombies eating everyone in sight, and loaded guns in hand or within reach.  Buttons were starting to come off when the first moaning echoed up the stairs.
    "Fuck!" They both yelped.  Joey tried to get up first, knocking Dana to the side, but his hand was twisted in her bra-strap.  They twisted around on the floor in a wrestling display as a tall, lanky zombie appeared on the landing. 
    There was more groaning, gurgling, and hissing come from the lower floor.  The lanky zombie staggered forward, left foot at an awkward angle and blood oozing from its nose.
    Dana grabbed Joey's Glock and fired: the shot took off the zombie's right leg at the knee.  Joey extricated his hand from Dana's bra, took the gun from her, and fired a shot into the zombie's forehead.  A cone of thickened goo splattered two more zombies that had appeared on the landing.
    "Get inside!"  Joey got to his feet, lifting Dana by her armpit, and took aim.  I'm glad I bought night sights , he thought.  The hallway lit up as fire spat from the muzzle; both zombies toppled backwards, leaving swaths of brain and skull across the floor and walls.
    They slammed the door shut and shoved the oak dresser against it.  Joey picked up the heavy nightstand from the parlor, shoving it across the top of the dresser.  He backed away, breathing hard, and tucked the Glock in his waistband.
    Dana wrapped her arms around Joey's waist. 
    "That was close," she whispered. 
    "Yeah it was.  Figures we can't even fuck without being interrupted by these pricks."  Joey turned around and clutched Dana against his chest, stroking her blood-streaked hair.  They had a moment of silent caressing--but just a moment.
    The door lurched and low moans punctuated the thudding. 
    "Should we board it up?"  Dana asked, turning her face up to Joey.  Dirt, blood, and tears had