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Amie: Inspect room

"Great!" says Amie, throwing herself against the door. "Just great!"

It's not a hotel room, it's a linen closet.

Outside the thing that is no longer a dog scratches at the door, it bounces against the hinges but it holds. Barely. Amie decides that, on measure, she's not really a fan of the whole zombie-dog thing. Still, silver lining, she's not the truck-sized version yet!