Apparently the fact that grandma had been an invalid in life, translated to her undeath. It was probably the only thing that saved Eddie from just standing there and being eaten by the sweet old lady who'd changed his diapers and taped his artwork to her refrigerator all those years past.

"We gotta go, Eddie, c'mon. No one else is here…" Ben coaxed, pulling Eddie backwards towards the hall. Grandma was now blocking their closest escape, the front door.

"Ben, my grandma…" Eddie choked. The beast on the floor perked up when it heard Eddie's voice and began dragging itself faster.

"That's not your gramma, Eddie. Not no more." Ben replied. This time, he grabbed Eddie's shoulders with both hands and without much effort, pulled him through the kitchen towards the back door. Eddie couldn't take his eyes away from the monster following them. A dirty throw rug bunched against grandma's breasts as she slid across the linoleum but she didn't seem to notice.

* * * * *

"Uh, like I said before, I'm Will. Will Kincaid. My wife and I were up here from Prov--"

"That's nice, Will. Save it 'til later." Foxy growled, eyes flicking between the rearview mirror and the road ahead.

Will turned away, feeling stupid and useless. The SUV jerked suddenly as Foxy made a hard left and Will's hands shot out onto the dash to steady himself. From the look of her, this teenage girl was doing much better at surviving The Great Zombie Invasion of 2004 than he was, and it wasn't just that big old gun in her lap. She had that 'I'm an old pro at this survival shit' look that Will equated with old westerns starring Clint Eastwood. Clint had that look under the brim of his hat -- had it in spades - and so did she.