ONE

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ONEThere 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, keeping an eye on the intruder beyond the glass. It was bloated and purple with decay, green and black fungus speckling its face. There was fluid coming out of its mouth and dripping from its nose. It had no eyes, and all indication of s*x or age had rotted away. “Robotic, maybe? One of its legs is about to fall off. You didn’t sic one of your Cyber Derby friends on me, did you?” There was a long moment of silence on the other end, then the sound of a slamming door and an engine revving. “I don’t know anything about it. But hey, are you going to be at home for a while? Can I come see it?” “I sure as hell am not going out the back door. If it smells that bad inside... I’ll put another pot of coffee on for you, okay? Come through the garage when you get here. Bring a shotgun or something just in case.” Sandie hung up and stuck her phone into the back pocket of her jeans, moving into the kitchen to refresh her cup. She went upstairs to change shirts, threw the stained one into the laundry, and washed her hands in the bathroom. The thumping and scratching from the back door was audible throughout the house, and it did not stop. She wondered whether she should be scared, but it all felt too much like a low-budget horror flick to be real. A careful peek out of the hall revealed that the unwelcome guest was beginning to flag. The thumps were a bit further apart than they had been at first. Sandie cupped her hand over her nose and approached the door, with the reasoning that if it was going to get in, it would have gotten in already. The stink was nauseating. “So,” she said around her hand. “Are you here for my brains or what?” The body clawed at the glass. “You want a cup of coffee? Kudos on the makeup job, by the way, or whatever that is. It looks pro. Is that pig blood or something? You know you’re going to be scrubbing my porch down later, right?” The body hummed. It smacked a defleshed hand against the door, and the view distorted as the glass rippled with powerful bass vibrations. Sandie fell back on her ass with a yelp, ruining another shirt with coffee. “What the hell was that?” she demanded as the vibrations slowed and died. She picked herself up and crouched in front of the glass, staring into the creature’s empty eye sockets. She received the unnerving impression that it was staring back. A dribble of black spilled from its mouth and splattered on the cement outside. There was half a grasshopper in it. “Oh,” Sandie said. “You’re real, aren’t you? Oh, God, you’re real.” That panic started to well up, along with the bagel she had eaten for breakfast. “Oh, God, oh my God.” She reached back and pulled the phone from her pocket, hit redial as fast as she could. Mike’s phone began to ring. The body outside stared through the glass, its swollen tongue hanging down to its chin. It slumped sideways, pressing its shoulder against the glass. Sandie gasped into the receiver, and there was a click. “Sandie? You okay?” “Right. No. Cops. Hurry.” “Wh-?” She hung up and punched in 9-1-1. The body hummed. It resonated, a clear, bell-like tone. Dust sifted down from the ceiling. The glass warped and undulated like a sheet of water, then burst inward with a pop. Sparkling fragments rained down amid a shockwave of sound. The phone beeped, sparked and died, and Sandie was on her knees, feeling oddly mellow in the moments before she passed out.
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