"So..." Leon said, hoping to change the subject. "What DOES Made in Heaven stand for anyway?" he asked.

"It's a song by my favorite band," she said.

"You have a song title on the back of your jacket? That's kind of weird. Which band?" he asked.

"Queen," said Claire, using a tone that implied he should have known.

"Oh, Queen, of course..." said Leon, not really caring for that kind of music.

Claire nodded. "I love them. I have another jacket at home with a different song title on it," she said.

Leon grinned, unable to resist. "Yeah? Is it Fat-Bottomed Girls?" he asked.

"No, it's Let M...hey! Fuck you, Leon!" yelled Claire. She was about to bring the gun up threateningly again when a zombie poked its head between the seats, moaning and trying to grab onto Leon's arm.

They both screamed as the car began swerving out of control. Leon looked ahead and saw an oncoming brick wall. He brought his arms up defensively, waiting for the collision, but a speed-limit sign stopped them just in time. It caused them both to jerk forward, but the seatbelt stopped them from flying out of the car. The zombie, however, wasn't so lucky. He went flying head-first past their seats, shattered the windshield, and smashed his head right into the brick wall.

Leon shook his head, amazed he was entirely un-injured. He looked at Claire and was glad to see she'd only bumped her head on the dashboard and would suffer no more than minor bruising. "Are you okay?" he asked.

Claire sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Barely," she said. "How the hell didn't we notice the zombie in the backseat?" she asked.

"Beats me...he might've been dead the whole time and recently come back? I'm not sure how this stuff works," said Leon.

"No, you're right; he'd have to die before coming back. Still, a body in the car, you'd think a fully-trained cop would notice that," she said, grinning.

"Are you implying that I'm not fully-trained? Because I do notice things," defended Leon.

"I'll tell you what you DON'T notice...a giant eighteen-wheeler coming up behind us, fast," said Claire, looking into the rear-view mirror.

Leon turned around and, at this point, wanted to cry. "That idiot's driving up WAY too fast!" he said.

"Funny, I had the same thought earlier tonight," said Claire, grinning as she took off her seatbelt.

He glared at her. "This isn't the time for jokes, Claire, that guy's gonna ram us right in the ass!" he said.

Claire grinned. "You'd like that, wouldn't you Mister Kennedy?" she said.

Leon didn't have time to think of a witty comeback. He took off his seatbelt and jumped out of the car. Claire did the same and they both ran away as the truck collided into the back of the cruiser. Not even a second later, both vehicles exploded, turning the big alley into a giant bonfire.

"Fuck..." said Claire, turning and looking at the wreck. After diving to the pavement when the cars exploded, she thought something would've hit her in the head, but she'd only received scratches on her legs. She got up and held her hand in front of her face to shield herself from the heat. "Leon?" she called out.

"I'm fine!" said Leon from the other side of the wreck.

That's nice, though I didn't really ask, she thought. "What the hell do we do now?" she asked.

"Go to the station!" called Leon.

"I don't fucking know where that is!" yelled Claire. She sighed, unable to hear him anymore. Did he seriously just crash a car and leave me here with no directions? What a dick, she thought. She turned and looked around. Nice. There were about four zombies dragging their feet towards her.

"Urrblarhh..."

Claire looked down into the fire and saw another zombie dragging its flaming body towards her boot. "And that would make six," she said. She pulled up the gun she'd secured at her belt and ran between them, wanting to laugh at how uncoordinated and slow they were. Of course, any thought of laughter escaped when she caught a whiff of their smell; rot, death, and some even smelled like cheese. Man, could so go for a cheeseburger, thought Claire.

She turned the corner and ran past another one, then stopped and looked up at a building. Kendo's Gun Shop...could I ask for a bigger miracle? I think not, she thought. She ran for the door and went right inside.