Lights, camera...zombies!

Lights, Camera . . . Zombies! 1 Humans for Lunch Frank Hardy staggered across the lawn toward his brother, Joe, his arms outstretched. Frank was a zombie, and Joe was a human. Translation: Joe was Frank's lunch. Joe, who was a year younger than Frank, picked up a long blue noodle from a pile of pool toys and wielded it like a sword. "You'll never get me!" he cried out. Frank ignored Joe's threats and continued staggering. "Stay back, you evil monster!" Joe shook the noodle menacingly at Frank. Ha-ha, poor Joe. The flimsy foam tube was no match for Zombie Frank's supernatural strength and appetite. Nearby, Cissy Zermeño staggered toward Tico Sanchez. She was a zombie too, and Tico was her lunch. Excerpted from Lights, Camera ... Zombies! by Franklin W. Dixon All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.