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lion, and uh, yeah, she is,” I said. I actually had no idea if she was, but I liked it better when I didn’t have a gun pointed at me, so I lied.
    “Just put down the gun,” his friend said, putting his hand on the barrel to gently push it down. He was the older of the two, and he seemed much calmer.
    “It’s a fricking lion!” The gunman completely lowered his weapon, but he was still freaked.
    Once I could clearly see his face, he looked incredibly familiar. I squinted, as if that would make me place him better. He was attractive, with dark eyes, and tattoos decorating both arms. He looked closer to my age, but I couldn’t figure out where I knew him from.
    “Well, it’s her lion!” His blond friend shook his head and took the gun away, smiling apologetically at me. “I’m sorry. We didn’t mean to intrude. We didn’t know anyone still lived here.”
    “It’s okay,” I shrugged. “We’re intruding, too. They have some bottled water in the kitchen.”
    “Really? Oh my god.” Without further invitation, the former gunman dashed across the room, jumping over the couch on his race to the kitchen. I glanced back at Ripley to make sure that she didn’t decide he was food, and she watched him with her ears bent back.
    “Sorry about him,” the other guy said, nodding at his friend, who shouted happy expletives in the kitchen. “I’m Blue.”
    “What? You mean like your name is Blue?” I raised an eyebrow. “Like the color?”
    “My parents were hippies.”
    “I’m Remy.” I decided that I didn’t have much room to mock his name, and I gestured to the cat. “She’s Ripley, and Harlow is upstairs.”
    “Is it safe for me to come down?” Harlow asked, and I heard her walking down the steps.
    I looked back at Blue. “You guys are safe, right?”
    “Yeah,” Blue nodded. “I’m a doctor.”
    “You’re too young to be a doctor,” I said. He only looked to be in his mid-twenties, if that.
    “I was in med school, interning,” Blue explained, then lowered his eyes, the way everyone seemed to when they talked about what life was like before the zombies. “So, no, I’m not really a doctor. But I’m about the closest thing that’s out there now.”
    “What’s going on?” Harlow came into the living room.
    She had changed her clothes, another skirt that she had to tighten with a belt, and it still looked loose on her slender hips. Her hair was pulled back more neatly, now devoid any specks of blood.
    “This is Blue.” I gestured to the med student.
    “Hi,” Blue gave a half-wave, but she stared at him blankly.
    She was still staring at him when his friend came into the living room. His mouth was full, and he had a half-eaten can of SPAM in one hand and a Fiji water in the other. Without the gun, he wasn’t intimidating at all. Short and wiry, with a slim fitting tee shirt and jeans, he looked completely out of place.
    “What’s with the kid from The Shining ?” He gestured to Harlow, spitting little chunks of SPAM out when he spoke.
    “Oh my god.” Harlow did a sharp intake of breath, and her eyes widened when she saw him. “You’re Lazlo Durante !”
    “Oh,” I said as it dawned on me.
    Lazlo Durante had been the guitarist or drummer or something in this band called Emeriso. Right before the world went to hell, they had been the hottest group out there.
    They were radio-friendly punk, kind of like a boy band with guitars, but their music had been catchy. Even I had their album. Lazlo was on one of the last ever covers of Rolling Stone , looking rather sexy in a shirtless pose.
    “The one and only.” Lazlo choked down the massive chunk of SPAM in his mouth and smiled.
    His chest puffed up, and he managed to look proud. I guess it must be some kind of achievement getting recognized after the apocalypse.
    “What are you doing here?” Harlow asked, in awe.
    “Probably the same thing you are. Raiding the place for anything useful.” Lazlo took a swig of water and pointed to