"My mom's dog came running past me, yelping. Someone was banging on the back door. I ran into the kitchen, but stopped in my tracks. It took me several moments to process what I was seeing.It was stuck, unable to move forward and unable to retreat. It flailed and wriggled, the flap making a dull unpleasant sound like sticks rattling inside a cardboard box. Once it saw me, it tried to climb in further. It hissed at me and groaned with a deep hunger. My heart sank. I'd seen a few zombie movies, I knew what this meant."
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