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meticulously built a cushion of toilet paper on the toilet-seat so his butt would not make any contact with what he considered to be a “petri-dish” of human waste. As he worked, he had to keep grinding his knees and thighs together to keep the inevitable from happening before he could finish his safety cushion.
    At last! His need to empty his bowels and bladder had caused him to break out in a sweat, and he started getting the shakes from holding it in. He unbuckled his homemade leather belt, fingers frantically fumbling with the buckle, and his hands shaking from holding his bowels. He dropped his pants and underwear, and his rear end hit the toilet just as he lost all control over his sphincter. After he was finished, he wiped and flushed, then put his pack back on.
    Jango unlocked the stall, and someone or something with unbelievable strength suddenly and viciously drove the door into his face and body!
    The mystery of who his attacker might be was swiftly solved as an obese businessman in butter colored leather loafers with his pants around his ankles fell at Jango’s feet, half in the stall, screaming while he clawed at Jango’s feet and legs.
    He kicked the zombie in its head, and then slammed his stick down in a vicious strike that popped the zombie’s head like a ripe melon.
    “Fucking goobers, man, slimy, moaning, screaming, drooling, GOOBERS!!” he yelled at the unmoving body. “GOOBERS!” He yelled again.
    He had to walk atop the corpulent corpse to get out of the stall, and he nearly fell when one of the man’s mountainous buttocks shifted beneath his foot. He caught himself on the stall, stepped off of the rotund corpse, and left the restroom.
    As soon as he exited the restroom, the realization dawned that he had forgotten to wash his hands. “Shit!” he exclaimed as he held his hands out in front of his body as far away as he could stretch his arms, as if that extra distance would keep whatever germs he imagined he had touched from entering his system.
    Jango pushed the restroom door back open, then said, “No way, man!” when he saw the fat man’s ankles shackled together by his trousers, and the massive, pale humps that were his buttocks. He let the door close on its spring, and looked at the women’s restroom longingly.
    Suddenly, he realized that he could use the women’s room if he wanted to. Who was there to complain? His face lit up in a smile as he kicked the door open and sauntered into the lady’s room shouting, “I’m LAWLESS, do you hear me, LAWLESS!”
    He strode into the restroom, and began kicking the stalls open one at a time, looking for any signs of anything, dead, alive, whatever. The restroom proved to be completely empty, so he locked the restroom door, and washed his hands in the sink.
    “I wonder why the water is still working.” he asked his reflection in the mirror. No answer came, so he dried his hands, thought about it for a moment, and emptied out the paper towel dispenser and added the thick stack of paper to his backpack.
    He unlocked the door, jerked it open quickly, and came out fast, just in case there was something there; there wasn’t. He relaxed, and decided to make a plan of action for his future.

Chapter 10:
    Gotta Get Away
     
    Jango made his way to the back of the cavernous warehouse in search of an exit and found a normal sized steel door, similar to the one in the front, and a large steel door that was operated by a motor, as well as a chain fall. The large door had probably been used for deliveries before all the delivery people had become zombies. He noticed a peephole in the normal sized door, and stepped up and peeked through.
    The peephole gave him a fish-eye view of a large fenced enclosure. The fence was topped by several strands of concertina wire, and there was no movement as far as he could discern.
    “All right,” Jango said exultantly as he turned to go back to the front of the store.
    He quickly made his way up front, found the