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There was a dead body on Sandie's back porch, and it was trying to get in. She wrung the coffee out of the front of her shirt, made damn sure that all of her doors and windows were locked, and called Mike. "Mike." "Yeah? Sandie? That you?" "You don't know anything about this, do you?" "About what?" "The zombie." "Come again?" "Mike, there's a zombie on my back porch. It's leaving smears on the glass door. Is it yours?" "I... Could you repeat that?" "Zombie, Mike. It's a dead body in a puddle of nasty, and it's leaving more nasty on my door. God, I can even smell it. This is one thorough job, man." She edged away from the door, keep