"Leo's alarm moaned to life. He rolled over and thwapped the button to turn it off, but it continued to sound in his half dream state. He swiped his hand at it again. The sound persisted, but something about it struck him as wrong. The hair on the back of Leo's neck prickled as the noise pinged its way deeper into his head until it plucked a string of recognition. That wasn't his alarm. It was something else, something he hadn't heard in a long time. The zunmistakable moan of a zombie."