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Lynn Haven area. I guess I will start with my normal events leading up to the panic, like you said, Seth.”
    Seth lifted two thumbs up at George.
    “Tuesday was like any normal day for me. I got up early, had my morning coffee as I read the paper in the living room. After I read the paper, I watched the news for a little bit before checking the mailbox. When you get old, it’s routine, routine, routine. When I turned on the TV, the news wasn’t on. Nothing was on. I just assumed the cable was out. So, I went out to check the mail. Something seemed odd about the neighborhood as I walked down the driveway. I couldn’t quite place it. It seemed empty, quiet. Normally, Miss Harvey would be up messing with her flowerbeds—likes to weed in the morning before it gets hot. She lives across the street from me. The dogs… there wasn’t a single bark as I walked to the mailbox. Usually, the neighbor’s dog sees me through the wood fence and barks up a storm. Not just that dog, though. There’s at least six dogs on my street and not one of them made a peep. I lingered around the mailbox longer than normal—looking up and down the street—but saw nothing. After that, I made my way back to the house.”
    George coughed, and scratched the bottom of his throat before continuing. “I hadn’t taken five steps when I caught a glimpse of Jamie Johnson, my next door neighbor, face down in his driveway. I didn’t notice him on my way out because there were some boxes on his driveway blocking my view. Seeing him laid out like that did take me by surprise, even though Jamie was a bit of a late-night drunk. So I just assumed he must have locked himself out of the house and passed out the driveway. As I got closer to him, I noticed there was blood on his face and even more on the driveway. His blood. I called out to him a couple times and he didn’t respond. I thought about checking for a pulse, but then I thought I was just wasting time. I don’t have any first-aid training, so I ran back to my house and dialed nine-one-one. Just like the TV, the phone was dead. It was then I knew something was wrong. Was there some type of emergency and I slept through it the night before? When I hung up the phone, I looked out the front window and saw several strange walking people coming toward my house. I panicked and immediately locked the door and went into my bedroom. The people outside made their way up the porch and started banging on the door to get in. I’m not the bravest guy in the world, but I was afraid if I didn’t do something, they might break in. So I left the bedroom and shouted from behind the door for them to leave. I told them I had a gun and would use it, even though I didn’t have a gun. They didn’t answer back, just moaned and groaned—sometimes even sounding like an animal. I had no idea where they came from. The neighborhood seemed empty before.
    “I was afraid to sneak a peek at them through the window. I didn’t want them to see me. When nothing I said seemed to matter, I gathered some essentials and fled back into my bedroom. I barricaded the door and hid in the bathroom—trying the phone every five minutes to see if it would work.”
    “How long did you stay in the bathroom?” Seth asked.
    “I guess it had been around ten hours, and not once did those lunatics let up outside. I heard glass breaking, which let me know they had finally broken in.” George cleared his throat and took a sip of water. “My truck was parked in the back. I have a rear carport, so all I had to do was get to the truck. Funny, the whole time I was in the bathroom, none of the invaders came around to the back. They just stayed in front of the house and pounded away. Anyway, I put my phone and two bottles of water in my pocket and held on to a box of Cheese-Nips I took earlier and left through the bathroom window.”
    “And the undead, how did you get past them? How many were there?”
    George laughed. “Ha, the undead! I didn’t