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pump. “Well, I’ve got about a quarter tank, maybe a little more. Ought to get us to the next town. Maybe the military hasn’t swooped in on them yet and shut everything down.”
    Connor stood next to the truck, looking into the convenience store attached to the gas station. It was closed, the lights off inside.  “What about in there?”
    Olive gave it a thought. “Ain’t gonna be no gas in there.”
    “What about supplies?”
    “What about ’em? We got plenty. Could use an Atlas though, I suppose, now that my phone’s dead and Google Maps ain’t working. Okay, let’s go quiet, just in case.”
    Connor took the rifle from the seat of the truck and held it up like Olive had shown him. You always want the b arrel pointed up, she’d explained, not down like in movies because you can accidentally blow your toes off and this way if it goes off you shoot a bird maybe. She tried the front door and found it locked. “Figures. C’mon, let’s find a window.”
    “Why don’t we just break it? There’s no power for an alarm.”
    “Because it ain’t your store to break. And besides, if we make too much noise we might attract them things. There’s gotta be a bathroom window or something.
    They found one around back, over a dumpster. “Get up and there and see if it’s open,” she told him.
    Connor climbed atop the dumpster and lifted up the window. “Open,” he said.
    “Well, get in. Quick before someone sees.”
    He slid inside and used the window frame to help him twist around to land on his feet. It was a girls room, judging by the lack of urinals. Olive came through the window next, slipping gracefully onto the floor thanks to her lithe body and dancer’s know-how.
    They both moved out into the main area of the store, guns now at the ready in case they met any hissing surprises. Connor grabbed a Kit Kat and stuffed it in his jeans pocket, then maneuvered down the aisle toward the cashier counter. He saw a rack of maps near the front d oor, picked up the biggest one and held it up. “Found it,” he said.
    Olive was behind the counter, taking pharmaceuticals from the displays. “Can’t hurt to have some aspirin. Might as well grab some more drinks and food while we’re here too. Load up what you can.”
    Connor grabbed a plastic bag from behind the counter, put the Atlas in it, then grabbed some chi ps and nachos from the snack aisle. It would be good to have something to munch on during the drive.
    “Well thank God for these,” Olive said, holding up boxes of tampons. “I only had a handful left. Oh stop blushing, Connor, you’re practically an adult.”
    “Sorry.” He grabbed a couple of gamer magazines next, a lighter and a pocket knife.
    Olive filled another bag with waters and soda. “I think we have enough,” she said.
    “Front door?” Conner asked.
    “ If we can unlock it.”
    Connor undid the deadbolt, unhooked the floor latch. “You think the owners will come back if this all ends?”
    “If it end s? Yeah. I suppose. Why, do you want to pay for this stuff?”
    “No, I’m pretty used to stealing, believe it or not. Nothing big, just batteries and stuff.”
    “A real rebel without a cause, huh?”
    “Guess I just want to think the world isn’t giving up.”
    Olive made her way outside, pat him on the head as she passed him. “I wish I could say, Connor. But hey, at least we have tampons and candy. The world ain’t all that bad, right?”
    “Actually…” Connor felt his own eyes going wide. Sprinting down the street was a mob of hissers, heading straight for them. They hadn’t been inconspicuous after all.
    “Run!” Olive shouted, racing across the lot to the truck. Connor took off after her, his two bags of supplies in one hand and his rifle in the other. The bags were too cumbersome to let him get off a good shot, so he focused on making it to the truck before the creatures got him. Ahead, Olive whipped out her .45 and fired off two quick rounds. One missed, the other