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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 the hole in the wall from when he shot at Ripley. “Sorry about that. I thought she was gonna eat my face. Where’d you get a lion anyway?”
    “Found her on the side of the road,” I said.
    “Sorry. I’m being a total pig. I just haven’t eaten in a while.” He looked at Blue and motioned to the kitchen. “They have other stuff in there, if you wanna eat. And not just SPAM. I know you’re not that into it.”
    Lazlo smirked, and in a falsetto, he said, “ I don’t like SPAM ,” and then went back to his normal voice. “Like from the Monty Python sketch, right?”
    “What’s Monty Python?” Harlow asked, and I rolled my eyes.
    “Do you mind if I get some food?” Blue asked, looking to me for confirmation.
    “Yeah, sure,” I shrugged. “Just leave some for us.”  
    I didn’t have a claim to it any more than they did, but I needed to make sure we were fed. Ripley had been eating some of the zombies, so at least she wasn’t hungry.
    “Thanks,” Blue smiled gratefully and headed to the kitchen.
    “Come on. Let’s see what they have upstairs.” I put my hand on Harlow’s shoulder.
    “But-”
    “Come on.” I pushed her harder, and she stared back at Lazlo.
    When we left the living room, he was still standing there, and he hissed at Ripley.
    “There’s nothing that great up here,” Harlow muttered as I forced her up the stairs. “I don’t know why you need me to come with you.”
    “Don’t argue with me,” I sighed.
    “It’s just clothes,” she said.
    I didn’t want Blue or Lazlo to overhear so I didn’t say anything until we got into the massive master suite. It had tall double doors, with ridiculous gold inlays. Once we were inside, I shut the doors behind me, and Harlow walked over to the king sized bed and flopped down.
    She had been going through the closet when Lazlo and Blue arrived, and clothes were strewn about the room. It sort of looked like a zombie had done it, but none of them were torn or covered in blood.
    “I didn’t want to leave you down there with them.” I picked up some of the discarded clothes off the floor.
    “Why not?” Harlow crossed her arms over her chest.
    “Those are two guys with guns who we just met and you’re a thirteen-year-old girl!”
    “ Lazlo Durante would never do anything!” Harlow insisted, almost swooning at his name.
    “Whatever,” I scoffed. “Don’t do that.”
    “What?”
    “ That .” I waved vaguely to her with an argyle sweater. “Be all… like that. It’s the end of the world. You can’t have school girl crushes during the end of the world.”
    “Why not?” Harlow sounded offended. “You got to have a boyfriend.”
    “He wasn’t my boyfriend,” I said under my breath.
    I went into the walk-in closet so I wouldn’t have to talk about Beck. The sun had almost completely gone down, so I could barely see anything. I pulled at the clothes, hoping to get something I needed. Jeans and underwear were my top priorities.
    When I came out of the closet, Harlow had found a box of matches. The room was lined with thick white pillar candles, and she began to light them.
    “There’s a pool out back,” she said as she lit the last