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July 24, 2009
"Move it, Sally! Sun's almost down!"

The lawman's baritone cut through Sally's horrified fugue. As Sheriff Anderson fired into the onrushing mass of zombies, Sally turned and ran for the chemical plant, carrying a bundle of dynamite. Her eyes stung from the noxious fumes and unshed tears.

A throng of undead -- they're everywhere! -- emerged from the very door she was heading for. Dammit -- one more pit to blow up, but how to get to it...?

"Thou shalt break them with a rod of iron!" Father Joseph smashed a zombie with a crowbar, drawing the rest from the door. Sally ran.