That thing on the porch won't go away.
I called the police, but I don't think they're coming. They've got their hands full with the Manhattan quarantine, so they can't waste their time on a nothing little town like Otterkill.
That means it's up to me and the neighbors, and there are fewer of us every day. Fewer of us, and more of them. Every person we lose is one more monster to deal with. The Spiller family, the folks from the retirement center, even the Mathises' Rottweiler are now stalking the streets, waiting for someone to get too close. A single touch is all it takes.
I don't know which of my neighbors became the thing on the porch, and I suppose it doesn't matter. I've got to get out of here, but the Tarbabies are already showing up in Albany, and Philadelphia, and Pittsburgh. There's nowhere left to run, and there's no point in hiding.
Not when the shadows themselves are after you.
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A differant take on the zombie appocolypse.
Ridiculous, but kinda fun
Yeah, I'm really kinda getting sick of the zombie trope though.
For a credit yeah. Narration was good, story was funny.
It was above average, but i found the slurching sound effects grating (as a rule I'm really not keen on sound effects in audiobooks at all)
Never go near ducks.
Fun little romp. Worth a credit.