Melody finds her daughter

Melody stood up and pulled him out of the store. "Easy lady. I know a chick who has a fantasy when I see one. I know you wanted..." he said as the cleared the door. The sounds of a roaring fire and screams filled the streets. People were stairing, but not really moving. "Jesus, what happened?" he asked.

"I don't know, but not Jesus." Melody said, pushing him into the sport's car. "Okay. I guess I'll use the shotgun, you use your pistol. These...terrorists....have got my daughter and I think that they are..." she said, listening to the grunts and moans on the speaker phone.

"No thinking about it. She's under a pile of turban-wearin' perverts, all right!" He was nearly frothing at the mouth. "Okay lady. I'm sorry I misunderstood you in there, thinkin' you was just playing out a fantasy. No disrespect. Let's get these fuckers!" The suddenly patriotic store owner said. Melody smirked. She actually believed him.

They tore through the city in her Jaguar, avoiding the accidents, the overturned cars, the stumbling, shambling, gore-encrusted terror of it all. "Yeah. 9-11 all over again. Motherfuckers!" he seethed. Melody didn't know if it was terrorists or not, but she knew now that it was non-local. It was at least city-wide. They'd run into pockets of it, but they seemed to be in no discerable pattern...

Finally, they pulled up to Tanya's parents house. Tanya Danvers was another spoiled Senior in her daughter's private school. Their house was quite a bit more expensive than Melody's, but once you get over 50 acres in Back Bay it really doesn't matter that much.

Melody saw Tanya pinned under what looked like the gardener, face down, in the doorway. Her eyes were closed, but the opened mouth look of pain probably meant that he wasn't in the right hole.

Suddenly, a bloody face slammed against the passenger side mirror. It was Tanya's father! Half his cheek was gone, and his eyes were a milky blue. He slammed his shoulder into the door and groaned. "Lady, what have you gotten me into?" the Pawn store owner said.

"I don't know, but my daughter is in the thick of it!" she said, and hit reverse until they were well away from the house. "Think, Melody, think! If this is non-local, then its being reported already, which means.." "Radio!" she said aloud and switched it on.

"...infected occurs rapidly upon ****. Repeat, living infected show no signs within the first six hours, but immediate change happens in the infected rapidly upon ****. Reports indicate that..that...oh God...that in addition to..eating...members of their own sex exclusively, the Reanimated seek out those that they would have been sexually attracted to in life and...and...I can't read this. I can't.... and penetrate them sexually through any and every available orifice. I can't believe I'm reporting this. The unburied dead are returning to life, and seeking sexual intercourse."

"Six hours? She is still okay!" Melody said, slamming it in gear.

"No, lady, it said show no signs of... HAY!" he said as they slammed forward, smashing the Jaguar into the house's patio door. Melody dove out of the car and brought the shotgun up. A shambling man came toward her. She leveled it toward his neck, and pulled the trigger without watching the head bounce off the floor.

"Crystal! Honey! Mommy's here!" she screamed. She ran up the spiral stairs in the exquisite mansion. She closed her eyes, and listened for the muffled sounds of what she knew she had to see. She heard them in the bashed open door of the guest bedroom. Melody dashed to the opening, gasped.

Her daughter was pinned to the bed, moaning loudly as this..thing...pounded into her slick wetness while another was desperately groaning from beneath. Her mouth was open, covered in cum, and seemed to instinctually find the cock that was pressing against her cheek. Melody surveyed them. Looked like a funerary crew to her, only they were all covered in blood, blank eyed, and groaning. She saw one had a hole in his neck. Another had lost a part of his foot. She glanced out the window to see Tanya had been surrounded and was recieving similar treatment.

Melody leveled the shotgun, and fired. and fired. and fired.