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sees the look on Silas’ face. Silas thinks he’s a coward, but I can see the appeal. If I didn’t have anyone out in the world that I cared about, I would consider this for myself.
    “Put the gun down Silas,” I sigh, and Ryder looks relieved. A few seconds tick by before Silas complies, but thankfully he does.
    “Do we have anything to worry about from you?” I ask, and Ryder vehemently shakes his head.
    “God no! I don’t even carry a gun,” he says, motioning to his waist, bare of any weapons.
    “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard,” Silas tells him, causing Ryder to look down at his feet in shame. “You know there are zombies outside right?” Silas demands, unable to understand how Ryder has survived this long.
    “We’ll just be on our way then,” I say, hinting at both guys to move on. Ryder doesn’t have to be told twice, he ducks around the corner and runs off down the aisle, disappearing somewhere into the mall.
    “I don’t like him,” Silas says shaking his head, and I chuckle.
    “Not everyone can be as macho as you,” I tell him and then realize my mistake as I watch his chest swell.
    “You really think I’m macho?” Silas asks, and I roll my eyes.
    “Come on, let’s get out of this place before the smell sinks into my pores,” I tell him to avoid answering because the truth is, Silas is a bad ass.
    Silas lights up a cigarette when we finally emerge from the grocery store. Usually I would cast him a look that left no doubt how I feel about smoking, but today I don’t mind it. The sweet tobacco smell helps cover up the smell of the grocery store.
    I noisily make my way over to the fountain, my boots sticking with every step, and rinse the bottom of my soles off in the murky water. I don’t want to be sticking and making a bunch of noise when I’m trying to outrun the zombies.
    Silas and I head back to the camping store, pushing the carts.
    “What now?” I ask when we push the carts inside the camp store and Silas shrugs.
    “I saw a guns and ammo section at the back of the store last night,” he says, and my ears perk up.
    “Lead on.” I motion for him to go ahead, secretly wishing that I could actually just take a nap.
    Silas leads us back to the far corner, and my eyes go wide at all the stuff in the display case and behind it inside a metal lock box.
    Silas uses the handle of his pistol to smash out the top of the glass display and picks up a knife to examine it.
    I move in beside him and spy an enormous hunting knife with a wicked curve in the blade. It’s set in a thick black rubber handle that looks like it will supply a good grip, even if I get it covered in zombie crud. I pick it up, pushing the broken glass out of the way, liking the weight in my hand.
    I look over at Silas’ noticeably smaller knife and grin. “That’s not a knife…THAT’S a knife,” I say in my best Australian accent. Silas actually smirks at my badly done Crocodile Dundee impression.
    “Never a dull moment,” he says, and I grin back.
    “I’m keeping this thing,” I tell Silas, trying to fit it in somewhere on my belt, but only succeeding in poking myself.
    Silas actually laughs out loud as he picks through an assortment of leather sheaths and hands me one that will fit my new skewer. I undo my belt and slide the loop along the leather.
    “It looks very natural,” Silas remarks, unable to keep a straight face as he stares at the sheath, which is almost as large as my thigh.
    “That’s what I thought too,” I say, giving in to the urge to be silly for a moment.
    “Holy Mother of God!” Silas exclaims, the smile melting off his face as he turns and spies a large, black metal display case filled with guns. He’s frozen in awe, staring at the mother lode.
    I know these guns are exactly what we need, and I’m excited to further our chances at survival, but Silas’ reaction is over the top. I catch him stroking the case like it’s his girlfriend.
    “Really?” I ask,