“Zombies”, pop culture had jokingly anticipated their arrival for decades. Countless movies, books, and videogames gave generations a glimpse into...the horror that could be set loose if the dead walked. But contrary to cinema, the true undead could not be dispatched with something so simple as a bullet to the brain. Even after decapitation, the body moved in search of life, severed limbs crawling like insects. Dismemberment was the only option, followed by incineration for good measure.Cities. I didn’t answer any of them. My secretary was surprised, since she has never seen this before. Both Hansa and Sumitra called my mobile with very apologetic voices asking me to call. Better they wait for me to get home.As I walk in the door I can feel that the house has a totally different feel than this morning. I walk in the door and Hansa is waiting for me. She looks spectacular. She is wearing a simple white silk choli and blue lengha. The choli is so very fine silk that I can clearly see. "Oh it's you Harry, so you decided to call anyway. Please wait," she said and the door closed again.Seconds later she held it open for me to enter. Her furnishings may have been Spartan but they were clean and neat, everything sparkled."Since I said I would call, I thought I would just as well start this evening, I hope I didn't catch you off guard or take you from something important," I said, knowing women like to watch soapies."No I was just watching some rubbish on TV. It's not as nice as. '"Then hearing the words of her own account, Mom reddened and glancing at us, added, "Oops. Pardon my French." Far out," I said, even more impressed with my uncle."Oh, my... I never heard that story," said Jean. "That's really something." And then turning to me with a smile, she asked, "Would you fight for me, little brother?" I guess. I mean, I might," and then turning to Mom added, "If she wasn't so darn strong and mean already!"Jean threw her napkin at me and yelled, "You shit! I am not!.