It was a
foolish thing to do, and Calvin had not bothered with it the last two years, not
since the death of his wife and daughter, but this year, this late morning, the
loneliness and the monotony led him to it. He decided quite suddenly, having
kept fairly good record on the calendar, that tomorrow was Christmas Eve, and
zombies be damned. The Christmas lights and decorations were going up.
He went into the garage to look for the lights. He could hear the zombies
sniffing around outside the garage door. The door was down and locked tight, and
on top of that, though the zombies could grab and bite you, they weren’t
terribly strong most of the time, so the door was secure. The windows inside
were boarded over, the doors were locked, and double locked, and boarded. The
back yard the dead owned, but the windows and doors were boarded really well
there, so he was shut in tight and safe.
Tight and safe? Oh yeah? This is Joe Lansdale country and 'tight
and safe' have no place here. For this is a new world... and it sucks. And sometimes it
chews.