Abby pulled her horse up to the fence in front of the big house surrounded by the other small ones. The body of the woman still lay on the porch and the others were piled just inside the doorway. Flies fed on their flesh in the uncommon heat of an early autumn afternoon. Connor draped his horse’s reins over a fence post. The beast had been trained well enough that it wouldn’t bolt unless it was in mortal danger, and if it came to that, Connor wanted him to be able to save himself. He realized how silly, and how lucky, he’d been before, tying the creature up so it couldn’t flee. The undead seemed to prefer human flesh, but he’d yet to see them turn down fresh meat, no matter the source. Abby slid off her own horse and pulled her shotgun from its spot on the saddle. They both double-checked their weapons and walked slowly up to the house. When they reached the steps, Connor pounded on the first one. They waited. And waited. Minutes dripped by like water from a leaky spigot. Connor pounded again.
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