Billy Jean was zipping around through the zombies in that wheelchair, feeling all kinds of giddy.

  She was making that wheelchair move like it had a rocket on it.

  The mummy was hot on her heels the whole time.

  As Billy Jean was tearing through in the wheelchair, she caught sight of a hospital bed getting wheeled over.

  She booted a female zombie off the bed and plopped herself down.

  She kicked back, hands behind her head, and let a couple of zombie nurses push her along.

  The female zombie that hit the deck:??

  The mummy: “Roar... Wheel me to the maternity ward. I’m gonna have a baby."

  After having her fun, Billy Jean told the zombie nurses.

  They were sporting white nurse caps and uniforms, all young, good-looking, and curvy.

  Too bad that was before the apocalypse.

  Now their eyes were cloudy, they were growling like crazy, and their mouths and chins were smeared with blood.

  Their once-pristine white uniforms were splattered with gore, and their caps were all cockeyed.

  These zombies were just doing the jobs they did in the before times, on autopilot.

  Like that insurance guy before, even as a zombie, he was still trying to sell policies.

  So when Billy Jean asked them to take her to the maternity ward, these single-minded zombie nurses actually pushed her that way.

  One zombie nurse with a gaping hole in her cheek, where you could see her teeth and tongue, even tried to calm her.

  “Roar... Don’t freak out. We’ll get you to the maternity ward lickety-split."

  Billy Jean was sprawled out on the hospital bed, letting the nurses roll her to the maternity ward.

  The mummy was tagging along beside her.

  His getup was sticking out like a sore thumb among the zombies and drawing all kinds of stares.

  The cheeky nurse had been eyeing him and asked Billy Jean,

  “Roar... Is that your hubby?"

  “Roar... Nah, he’s my bodyguard."

  Hearing that, a goofy, shy look flashed across the nurse’s zombie_fied face.

  “Roar... He’s so cool. All brooding and handsome. Total hottie."

  Billy Jean:!!

  The nurse pushed the bed and inched closer to the mummy, getting all flirty.

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  “Roar... Hey, cutie. What in tarnation are you? You look wild."

  The mummy scooted away and gave her the cold shoulder.

  The nurse didn’t take the hint and sidled up again.

  “Hey, cutie. Wanna make a half-zombie baby with me?”

  Billy Jean was flabbergasted.

  This nurse had some serious guts, going straight for baby-making.

  The mummy shuddered when he heard “baby”.

  He reached into his gut and stroked that photo.

  Something clicked in his slowpoke brain, and he blurted out,

  “Crackle... I got a wife and kid."

  Billy Jean wasn’t fazed.

  She’d guessed as much.

  Even as a mummy, he was clutching that photo, desperate to get home.

  Must be his family.

  zombies were simple, straightforward.

  Hear he’s hitched, and the nurse dropped the baby idea and calmly wheeled Billy Jean to the maternity ward.

  When they got there, Billy Jean rolled off the bed to dodge getting shoved into the delivery room.

  There were a bunch of pregnant zombie ladies shuffling around.

  They were in hospital gowns, hair a mess, and pink wristbands on.

  Before the end times, how many families were over the moon, welcoming new life here?

  Now it was all gone to hell.

  “Roar... Let’s hit the doctor’s office first and see if we can dig up anything."

  Billy Jean said to the mummy.

  They walked into the office.

  It was a disaster zone.

  Desks were toppled, some askew.

  Papers, reports, you name it, scattered all over the floor, and blood splattered on the walls and ground.

  A few zombies were milling about.

  Under one desk, a female zombie doc in a white coat was crouched, chomping on a big rat.

  Black hairs were stuck to her bloody mouth, and chunks of meat were wedged between her teeth.

  The blood was dripping down her chin onto the white coat, making a huge red blotch.

  Billy Jean looked away, grossed out, and started rummaging through the office.

  She picked up reports, records, forms, one by one, scanning them.

  The mummy joined in the search.

  Billy Jean wasn’t sure if he could make heads or tails of them.

  After over an hour of scouring the whole doctor’s office area, nada.

  No sign of Loree.

  The mummy looked like he’d lost his best friend.

  “Roar... Don’t sweat it. Maybe there’s a records room. Let’s go scope it out."

  Billy Jean tried to cheer him up.

  The two of them left the office and started combing through the maternity ward.

  Finally, Billy Jean hit pay-dirt at the nurse’s station.

  She found a 42-day postpartum check-up log.

  Loree’s name was on it.

  There was a phone number and home address too.

  “Roar... Bingo. Look, is this it?"

  The mummy snatched the book and when he saw the details, his hand trembled a bit.

  Even though he didn’t remember, that sense of déjà vu was real.

  Seeing his excitement, Billy Jean knew it was the right lead.

  “Roar... Let’s roll. We got an address. Let’s hightail it there."

  Billy Jean and the mummy were about to split when suddenly they heard a chainsaw revving up in the distance, getting louder.

  The zombies on that floor started freaking out and scrambling away.

  “Roar... Run for your lives! The chainsaw nut-job is coming."

  “Roar... AAAAH... That psycho with the chainsaw is back."

  “Roar... I don’t want to get chopped up. Scram!"

  The zombies all knew the chainsaw maniac was bad news and were dragging their stiff selves to safety.

  Only Billy Jean and the mummy, the two outsiders, were standing there, scratching their heads.

  What the heck was this chainsaw maniac?

  Next second, they saw the so-called chainsaw maniac.

  A tall figure in a blood-red white coat showed up at the end of the corridor.

  He was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, his face ashen, looking like a mild-mannered doc.

  But looks can be deceiving.

  He was wielding a roaring chainsaw, dripping with blood.

  He hoisted the chainsaw and sliced a zombie in two like it was butter.

  Flesh and blood went flying, painting the walls and floor.

  He didn’t let up, mowing down his fellow zombies as he made a beeline for Billy Jean and the mummy.

  Behind him, it was a mess of body parts, like a slaughterhouse.

  Anyone who got close was shredded by that chainsaw.

  A hospital bed was in his way? No problem.

  He just sawed it to bits.

  His body was making “click, click” sounds, and the chainsaw was buzzing like a mad hornet.

  Billy Jean saw the chainsaw maniac bearing down on them and knew he was gunning for them.

  Probably their showing up set off his alarm bells, so he was coming to take them out to protect his turf.

  Well, she loved proving people wrong.

  “Roar... Mummy, you scram."

  The mummy:!!