Lea Tyler couldn’t believe it. ��The forty-three year old mother stood immobile in the first wave of attack. ��She kept glancing at the bodies falling, screaming, the blood flowing. ��At first she thought it was some movie stunt. ��Come on, zombies weren’t real! ��But the blood looked so real and the shrieks of pain and fear seemed so realistic. ��Then the woman next to her went down with a zombie riding her. ��Lea caught a whiff of decay. ��It made her gag. ��And with that reflex she realized the utter terribleness of the situation. ��They were real! ��And her nineteen year old son was picking up some CDs. ��She turned to run towards the store when her arm was grabbed roughly. ��Before she glanced back to see what horror had grabbed her, she said a quick prayer to protect her son. ��And then she turned!