The scent of apple pie made Eddie's stomach roll with delight. He grinned sheepishly when the little girl poked his belly and giggled. It was hard to believe this little kid had blasted off the top half of a zombie just minutes ago with a rifle as big as she was…the same rifle that was now poking Eddie's spine.

The conjoined twins put their weapon down on the kitchen table with a clunk. It was a table that had seen generations of Easter feasts and family breakfasts; four inches of solid oak, they didn't make them like that anymore.

"My name is Zeke Cruikshank Senior." Said the twin on the left. "This is my brother, Zeke Junior."

Eddie unconsciously cocked an eyebrow and then realized he'd dropped his poker face. There was no need to look amused and end up dead.

Zeke Jr. pointed to the huge man standing behind Foxy. "That's our brother Ben…" (The giant was too absorbed in re-adjusting the stuffed bunny in his overalls pocket to respond.) "…And this is our youngest sister, Emmy."

It probably wasn't an appropriate time to shake hands since Emmy still had her elephant gun stuck in Eddie's back, so he just nodded politely.

There was a long, awkward pause. From somewhere deeper in the house some pans rattled. Then, as blunt as a hammer, Zeke Sr. asked, "You two been infected?"