“They’re coming!” Jan shouted, panicked. “Hurry!” She’d gotten the storm shutters down over most of the windows.

“I can’t!” Chrissy cried from the front. The first undead was at the edge of the parking lot, with hundreds behind.

“Why not?”

Chrissy turned around, her eyes bloodshot from terror and tears. “It’s a Danny’s restaurant! Open 24/7! They didn’t put any locks on the doors!”

Jan armed herself with a fillet knife from the grill. “Sweet mother of mercy.”