He kept the shogun levelled at the screen door, positioned so that he could still see down the hall into the front room. “Anything?”
From the darkness of the basement came, “There’s a shit-ton of wine, man. Like, fuckin’ racks and racks. These people musta been alcoholics.”
A zombie was shambling across the backyard towards the sounds of their voices. “Grab a couple and let’s go.”
“A couple? Are you kidding? Come help me.”
“Time to go.”
“Fuck off, man, I’m gonna get fucked up.”
He walked over to the back door, propped it open, and left through the front.