Ethan, Chris, Henry, Sean, Big Mike, and Skinny Pete strolled into Lakeview Estates without breaking a sweat. The gates were wide open, and the upscale neighborhood lay quiet—eerily so.
The place was littered with zombie corpses and the telltale wreckage of a recent battle. Bullet holes in garage doors, blood smears on pristine driveways, a flipped-over golf cart still smoldering. No doubt about it—the National Guard had already swept through.
Even in the apocalypse, rich neighborhoods got first dibs. The people who lived here were the kind who had senators on speed dial and private choppers on standby. Of course they'd be the first to get rescued.
Still, that worked out just fine for the six of them. The zombies were already cleared out, and the houses? Ripe for the picking.
