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This is bad, this is bad, this is so bad.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna die," Alex whimpers, pressed up against the wall of a building twenty feet away from her magic door as she winces, trying not to call attention to the fact that she's paralyzed with fear and can't even force herself to move because there is a parade of slow-walking zombies between her and the door and oh my god, this is so not what Jane and Max had her believing.

She's gonna be a zombie. And not a Dave zombie who doesn't find any kind of joy in his life and wanders aimlessly through his meat-soaked days, but an actual zombie. Does that mean she'll never eat ribs again? Or, ew, does that mean she has to eat human ribs? "So lean," she whispers, distressed as she hits the wall a little harder, clapping a hand over her mouth so she doesn't call attention to herself.

Why did she think she should come in here? Why did she think seeing giant signs advertising 'abandon all hope' meant there was a cool, trendy new restaurant opening up?

Seriously, if she gets out of this alive, she really needs to start getting second opinions before doing ... well, anything.

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Bella paused as she walked past the seemingly normal door. It wasn't unusual for her to hear sound behind the doors as she passed them. Considering at home she could hear music from cars passing on a highway a good two miles away, listening through walls was really not that big of a thing. Learning to tune it out was becoming the next task she intended to conquer.

This was different, though. What she heard wasn't speaking, or even fighting. It wasn't even a romantic evening. She heard a single human heart beating faster than a frightened bunny and a distinct comment about not wanting to die. That wasn't something she could just walk past.

Still, she wasn't about to be rude, so she knocked first.

"Hello? Is anyone in there?"