The zombies were pounding on the inside of the sliding glass door and it was clearly not going to hold; Colleen hurriedly climbed over the railing to her neighbor’s deck. Their door was locked, so she climbed over the next railing, and then the next. She was halfway down the row of townhouses before she found an unlocked back door. It was Mrs. Dearborne’s house. The old lady was sound asleep on the sofa, television on.
Colleen tiptoed to the front door, and — after making sure the coast was reasonably clear — ran out, leaving Mrs. Dearborne’s door hanging wide open.