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August 20, 2005

Volume 5, Issue 20

It's the middle of the night, you're sleeping peacefully. A loud crash somewhere in the house jolts you awake. What's going on?

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Ted: Ummm, yeah

"SHIT!" he bellowed, before even becoming fully awake. He looked around the tiny compartment, looking for the source of the horrific noise that woke him. "Must be up on deck," he said to himself (something he had started doing alot of lately). Pulling his pistol, he went forward up the companionway to the ladder which led to the hatch. He had set condition yoke at two bells so he was sure there was nothing belowdecks.

Opening the hatch, he realized that the noise had been made when the leeward fokslestay halyard had parted and crashed abaft the mizzenmast's spinnaker wheel.

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Michele: And Out of the Darkness

I heard the crash, but I’d spent the day burying bodies and was too tired to investigate.

When I finally rolled out of bed, I saw the grill of an Impala in my living room. The driver was slumped over the steering wheel. My postman, a feral dog and a small child were making quick work of his skin and bones.

The kid looked at me, sized me up and went back to chewing on the driver’s cheek.

A few days ago, I might have run or screamed. Not today.

You’ve seen one post-plague zombie dinner, you’ve seen ‘em all.

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