I squinted through the crack of the door, trying to see outside. Over the moaning and clawing at the walls, my name came again. That sound like...
"Glenda? But I thought-"
"That you'd run like the coward you are, and left us for dead? Yes, you did. But you know me, always creative".
A figure moved into view. It was more misshapen than the rest of the horde. More lumpy... *Oh lord. She's wearing the marriage counselor*. What was left of him, anyway.
"Sweetie, you're alive! That's-"
"I have three things to say to you, Henry. One, that these things just follow whoever's at the front of the pack. I can lead them anywhere. Two, you left the spare key under the mailbox-"
With a click, the door opened and the hungry horde surged in. I scrambled in panic for the stairs to the attic, and folded it up beneath me.
I sat in the dark for hours, hearing those rotting things lurching and gnawing.
I thought Glenda had died, but it was only when a long time had passed and I was very, very thirsty that I heard her voice beneath me.
"Three, I'm taking half the house. The bottom half".