The door shuddered one last under the pressure, before finally cracking and then falling to pieces. In they came, dozens of them. The walking corpses filled the room.

One stumbled forward, quicker than the rest. She had been a blonde, and pretty at one time. There was just enough of her left to hint of what was lost. I stood transfixed for a moment as she reached out her hands, two fingers were missing.

Lisa roared wordlessly and the spell broke. I raised the fire-poker over my head like a sword and brought it down on her skull. there was an unpleasant crunch. She fell and stopped moving.

I stepped back. The room was filling fast. Lisa took a hold of my shirt and pulled me into the kitchen.

Still more came.

God, why did I have to waste those last two bullets?

And to pimp an old ceramic project - http://krassos.deviantart.com/gallery... - The Zombie Teapot Uprising.