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We’re all in the house now. Grandma from next door finally beat her way through the bathroom window, and fell the twenty feet or so to the ground. The fall must have broken her legs, because she’s been crawling around the yard moaning ever since. Poor woman.

There’s only one set of stairs to our door, and we’ve been taking turns guarding it. We found two more cans of lighter fluid in the pantry, and we made Molotovs with it. So far, none of the undead have managed to set the house on fire while they expired, for which I’m grateful. But soon it’ll be dark, and that’ll make it a lot harder to defend the house. At that point, we’ll lock the doors, barricade it and retreat to the upstairs loft.

Bleys managed to get my parents to the house without any injuries, although he proudly told me he’d smashed two zombies on the way. Last year, the undead fell back into their eternal rest with the setting of the sun, and I’m praying to God they do the same this year.

And this time, I’m not believing the scientists and all their this can’t happen twice nonsense. If we survive this night, I’m scheduling next year’s family trip for someplace like Antarctica.

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