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them easily.
    I’m crying as I make my way to the exit of the store. At least I don’t have to worry about being left here, since I’m the driver. Fucking Teddy fucking Foreskin. He led me to my death and took off with piss running down his leg.
    Why did I trust him? Why did I think he’d suddenly gone from being a complete fool to John F. Kennedy in the blink of an eye?
    It doesn’t matter, though. Recriminations aside, I’ve been bit. The end is near.
    When I get to the exit, Fergi and Teddy are still there, waiting for me. They look absolutely terrified.
    “We were hoping you’d get out,” Fergi says.
    “Shep took off with that asshole Verne,” Teddy explains. “They refused to stay and make sure you got out of there alive.”
    It’s dark outside and my shirt is navy blue, so they don’t see the blood on my sleeve. I decide then and there not to mention my injury. God only knows what they’d do if they think I’m contaminated. Probably find a way to push me out of the car and steal it. They sure as shit wouldn’t want to be around me much longer, and I can understand why.
    I’m going to be a goddamn zombie.
    “We better get in the car,” I say, trying to gather my scattered thoughts. “More of those things were still coming after me.”
    “What about the other girl?” Teddy asks. “Were you able to rescue her?”
    I stare at him. “Elisa? The girl being attacked in isle six?”
    “Yeah.” He stares dumbly at me.
    “You saw her arms and legs were torn off and her fucking organs were being thrown around like tiddlywinks,” I tell him. “Do you think I fucking rescued her?” My voice is rising. “Do you think I saved a girl with no fucking arms or legs or internal organs, you shithead?”
    He shakes his head. “Probably not.”
    “Probably fucking not. Wow, you are a genius. A goddamn genius, Ted.”
    We get in the car. He’s sitting in the passenger seat with no goddamn clue what he’s done to me.
    “You smell, Teddy. Like fucking piss.”
    He turns to me. “Sorry I left you alone in there. I just…I couldn’t take it.”
    “Whatever, man.” I turn the ignition and get to driving. My arm is killing me. I want to check the wound out but obviously I can’t do that in front of these two potential traitors.
    I pull away from the Shaws just as two zombies lurch out the doors. Momentarily I slow down, staring in the rearview mirror at them as they come towards us.
    “Danny? Danny, come on. Let’s go,” Teddy begs.
    “I might fucking run them over,” I fume. These things have just ruined my life, taken my fucking soul, and I want some good old-fashioned revenge.
    Fergi puts a hand on my shoulder and leans into me. “Danny. Please.”
    “Please what.”
    “We should go. We need to go to the sporting goods store and get some weapons.”
    “Fuck that,” I hiss. “I’m done with this little expedition, okay? I nearly died in there just now.”
    She sits back. “I know that. And you saved Shep and me. We owe you our lives.”
    “Yeah? Great. What do I win?”
    The zombies are still walking toward the car. I back up, spin the wheel and get ready to smash into them. I’m going to splatter them all over the cement. Let them crawl around like a couple of lobsters.
    But then I realize I’ll probably total my car in the process. Do I really want to strand us here, at night, with no help in sight?
    “Please, Danny,” Ted whines. “Please don’t do it.”
    “Ah, fuck it.” I speed out of the lot, my tires spinning on the ground, kicking up dust and grit—the smell of burnt rubber is fresh in my nostrils.
    We drive down the street to the Dick’s Sporting Goods store. Verne’s light blue van is already parked out front, and I park next to it. Nobody’s in the van though.
    “They must be inside,” I say, leaning back and gritting my teeth. My wound is stinging and aching. I wonder what it looks like—Green, slimy—probably worse than the shit on my crotch. “You guys go ahead