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locations that were also testing whatever that shit was, which means that there is more to this than we originally thought.”
    I felt Jack nod in agreement.  “I was thinking the same thing.  At first I thought it was just Ian’s dislike of Angie, but when I saw where they were keeping her, there was definitely something much more intricate involved.”  I felt Jack’s words rumble through his chest and although I felt slighted at the implication that all of this was my fault for Ian not liking me, I kicked myself for not seeing what they all saw.  Obviously I had been so caught up in my own drama I failed to see the bigger picture that stank of government conspiracy.
    “Ugh.  Please no one say ‘government conspiracy’,” I moaned, turning in towards Jack until my entire face was enclosed by the deliciously musky cotton of his shirt and my words became muffled. “We’re already in a fucking zombie apocalypse; I just can’t handle more nefarious government plotting right now.”
    Jack’s chuckling caused my head to bounce and I lifted it to glare at him with the one eye I managed to peel open. “Did I say something funny?”
    He looked down at me and still laughing, “What is it about you that manages to land us in the middle of an experiment gone wrong that only came about from what was likely another experiment gone wrong?”  His ribs heaved under my head and somewhat lessening the severity of my glare as my head continued to bounce against him.
    “Why is it my fault?! I just wanted a beach and a beer and blunt and to live in peace, it’s you and your “let’s rescue everyone and save the world” attitude that got me into this mess!” Ending on a near shout, I pulled myself up from his lap and leaned against the wall.  I wanted to storm off in a fit of righteousness, but I just didn’t have the energy.  All I could manage was a scathing death glare at Jack while he continued his laughing fit.  Sure, he looked sexy as hell when he smiled, but now wasn’t the time to focus on my wanton lust; now was the time to lay it all out, and I sure as fuck DID blame him for all of this.  Every.  Bit.
    When he finally settled down, I could see the wheels turning in his thoughts as he let my words and my tone set in and I could almost pinpoint the exact moment understanding set in as his mouth tightened into a fine, turned down line and his eyes narrowed at me.  If he were a dragon, there would’ve been smoke rings coming out of his nostrils.
    “ Really?   You’re going to blame me for this?! If you hadn’t gone snooping, we would still be safe at the Dome!” Rising to his feet, he turned and stomped a few paces away from me and punched the wall next to the door, causing the glass in the door to rattle and leaving a nice little dent in the plaster.  I watched him pull his fist away, but I couldn’t take my eyes off the little bits of blood snaking through the cracks on the wall.
    Turning, he pointed a finger at me, “For that matter, if you hadn’t killed Steve, I would probably be safely holed up at my estate.”  Jack’s eyes shot daggers at me and that last one was meant to wound.
    Watching the rage roll over his face, I had no words.  I had saved his life and he was going to blame me for everything that had happened?!
    I leaned my face against the wall, letting the chill seep into my too-hot flesh.  “I bet you’re going to blame me for the apocalypse too, right? ‘Cause it’s all my fault, ya know. The whole fucking world ending is all my fault, so go right ahead.” I let the words fall out with the weight of my defeat and worry over not knowing if I would live or try to eat everyone’s faces.  I might turn into Spiderman or Hannibal; could go either way.
    “Ahh, we’re gonna go hang out in the shop while ya’ll work this out.”  Chloe picked up her pack and Roscoe’s leash as Ty opened the door and shone the lamp around the shop.  When they were sure the coast was clear,