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You move toward the reception area to gain a better view of the action. The zombie bike messenger is in a skin tight red and black racing suit. He appears almost comical as his helmet is strapped across his back, bouncing as he chases his potential victims. You consider the bad luck he had of having gear to protect his head and not using it; a large circular piece of flesh and skull is missing from the back of his cranium. You hear the soft hum of his MP3 player on full blast as the earbuds dangle around.

The two women are early 20s and dressed as if coming from a jog, and you formulate a scenario in your head in which the two women were casually jogging down the street and the biker stopped to flirt with them, only to progress to the current situation.

"Mindy, he's coming to your left!" screams the taller redhead, her ponytail flailing around like the blades of a windmill.

"I got him, Candace," says the shorter woman. She has jet black hair in a pixie cut. You admire the shape of the hairdo and how it frames her face, momentarily forgetting they are in the fight of their lives.

Candace and Mindy are playing a game of merry-go-round with the zombie, as he is chasing them in a circle around the receptionist's counter. Each has a long broom which they thrust to keep him away if he gets too close. You wonder why they have made no attempt to leave through the lobby exit and wonder if the police have anything to do with it.