Bob's house was surrounded by his core readership--zombies and hoarders. Word had gotten out that his next volume of the series was ready for publication and they could not wait. He locked himself in the bedroom as they pounded on windows and doors. The stench coming through the vent made him wretch.
He regretted that photo shoot in front of his house. Now they knew where he lived.
Eventually they broke down the door before the Zombie Swat Team arrived.
Whatever body parts the zombies left uneaten, the hoarders took home and stored in Tupperware.
There would be no further volumes in the series. Bob's editor saw this coming.
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