We suited up the next morning and headed back to the job. the first house had all its tape intact so we were good to go. However several others had broken seals. we picked one and fell into standard entry position and Alice breached the door. When she pulled it open dead heads spilled out like cockroaches. Jay Held the trigger back on his FPW and cut them down like a lawn mower. I fell into position behind him and he rolled out of the way when his FPW ran dry. I fired in short bursts at the few remaining targets. We pulled back and assesed out options. There were more of them in there, of that i was sure, but how to draw them out. Jed was standing on top of the barricade and yelled down for us to wait a minute. he hoofed it back to the house and returned with a boom box from my basement. He set it on the barricade, cranked the volume to the max and pressed play.

hardcore death metal screamed from the speakers. Matt winced, Alice started dancing, Me and Jay were basically impassive. until the dead heads started pouring out the door. We formed a firing line and started cutting them down. They came after the music like flies to honey. Alice's shotgun ran dry and she pulled both pistols, one in each hand. Dual wielding pistols was nearly impossible to do with accuracy but she cut down dead heads with aplomb. We slowly pulled back to the cattle panels as we were running low on ammo. the dead heads piled up in front of us.