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will also give you the same thing you have in mind for me, too. That’s only fair.”
    â€œI don’t want the chips,” Barry said quickly.
    â€œYou all suck,” Vinnie said. He stared at the door at the top of the steps. “Wish me luck.”
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    â€œWhat’s taking him so long?” Melanie asked after what seemed like several hours but was probably only two.
    â€œYeah, I’m a little pissed, too. Where are my potato chips?” Barry asked. He was getting hungry again, and there was only so much staring you could do at Melanie before you started thinking horrible thoughts. Like, if it came to it, would he have to eat her and would her skin taste like tofu.
    â€œIs food all you think about?” Melanie asked, looking away, disgusted, when Barry grinned. “Eww, gross.”
    Barry shrugged and stared at the semi-closed door above. “The convenience store isn’t that big. Even taking his time walking every aisle and comparing prices, it shouldn’t be taking Vinnie this long.”
    â€œHe left, you idiot,” Melanie said. “I’m sure he saw an opening and he ran for it.
    â€œWhat if it’s over? The zombie apocalypse was a fad. Right now Vinnie is sitting in a bar drinking an exotic beer and watching the baseball game, which had a two-hour delay so they could clear out the fans who weren’t zombies.” Barry laughed. “Which would be every Indians fan. Get it?”
    â€œNo, I’m an idiot like you.” Melanie stood and dusted off her tight jeans. “I’m going to look for him.”
    â€œDon’t leave me,” Barry said. “But if you do . . . can you get me sour cream and onion potato chips, please and thank you?”
    â€œI won’t even dignify that with an answer,” Melanie said.
    â€œI said please and thank you. Don’t be a bitch. Someday we’ll need to start making babies so the monkeys don’t get smarter and take over the world,” Barry said.
    Melanie laughed but it wasn’t in a pleasant way. “I’ll never make babies with you or Vinnie or Otto. You know why?”
    â€œNot enough of a selection? You think all three of us are hot and can’t decide?”
    â€œI’m a proud lesbian,” Melanie said.
    â€œWow. You are full of causes, woman. I can’t keep up with you. But I’ve dated lesbians before, so it isn’t a big deal,” Barry said. “Hurry back with my chips.”
    Melanie stalked up the steps and pushed open the door slowly.
    Barry could see the light was much softer now. It was probably getting close to dusk. He didn’t want to be in total darkness down here alone.
    â€œI guess it’s you and me now, Otto,” Barry said when he remembered the quiet guy in the corner. He wouldn’t be alone.
    But he hoped Vinnie and/or Melanie came back soon.
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    Without anyone to talk to, Barry curled up in the dark corner and took a nap. He had no idea how long he’d slept, but when he opened his eyes he was still in his own private hell. With empty potato chip bags and an unblinking weird dude in the corner staring at him.
    â€œYou turned your head,” Barry said, and sat up. “I knew you were still alive. I knew . . . wait, were you watching me sleep? Dude, I gotta be honest . . . that is a little creepy.”
    Barry was about to say more when he heard something thump in the convenience store above. He looked at Otto but he was just staring like an idiot. He looked around for a weapon in the dark basement, but there was nothing except unopened beers. Maybe he could use them as missiles, or crack one over the head of a zombie and somehow kill it. Did that ever happen in movies? Barry didn’t think so.
    He just knew he wasn’t going upstairs no matter what.
    It sounded like a lot of people were upstairs, ripping apart the aisles. Was it just looters? Barry wasn’t