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my
fault?”
    “I should’ve kept
my fucking gun on. Fuck!”
    “Do guns even work
underwater?”
    “I have no idea,”
he said, wincing as a stabbing pain shot through his side. The short-lived rest
on land recharged his energy banks but wouldn’t last long. Already drained from
an eventful day, time was running out. He dragged in a deep breath. The man and
woman reminded him of the decaying passengers who fell from the cruise ship to
the beach. That undead crew was just as eager to get to Wavy Gravy as these two
now. But at least they couldn’t swim.
    Yet.
    The beach house
was still quiet but that didn’t stop Paul from letting go of Wendy and trying
again, recklessly burning through his energy supply.
    Wendy yelled until
she was red in the face because this was the end and Paul could barely hear her
over the waves and wind and there was no way anyone could hear them from inside
the house. Especially with the hurricane-proof glass between them. Spinning in
the water, he frantically searched for something to swim to. Something to grab.
    An oil rig.
    A rusty buoy.
    Something!
    But the only thing
between them and the horizon was an endless sheet of glistening glass. Paul’s legs
ached and his side pinched. He would have to make a move, and soon, or he’d
never get the chance. He’d rather take the two corpses on hand-to-hand than
simply drown. Who knows? He might get lucky, like he did with the black kid.
    Wendy shrieked and
grabbed onto him, pulling him under the water.
    Paul saw bubbles
and with a quick thrust of his legs, shot back up and wiped water from his eyes.
“What’s wrong?”
    “Something just
bumped against me,” she whispered, hanging from his neck and scanning the water
around them.
    Her warm breath
washed over his face in quick bursts as he did jerky circles. “Something what?!”
    “Something hit my
leg.”
    “Are you serious?
You better not be fucking with me right now, Wendy. Because this is not the
time.”
    “I swear to God.”
    “Well what was it?”
    “I don’t know but
it felt big and slimy.”
    “Slimy?!”
    She inhaled
sharply and squeezed his neck way too hard. “There it was again,” she said in a
guttural voice that gave him chills. “Something just ran into me.”
    He twisted in
circles, taking her with him and searching the water that was transparent for a
few feet before turning murky. “I don’t see anything.”
    “Shhh!” Wendy spun
with him, nervously squinting at the shiny water around them. “It’s still
here.”
    Paul couldn’t see or
hear anything but the sway of the ocean and their heavy breaths.
    “There! It just
went right past us.”
    He looked down,
bracing himself for impact with something unseen. “Where?”
    “Didn’t you see
that dark blob just swim right past us?”
    “I can’t see
anything!”
    Wendy twisted her
neck around like an owl, teeth chattering as her body temperature dropped and
her fear rose. Paul was about to check on Mike & Molly when Wendy’s teeth
stopped chattering and her eyes got round. “Oh my God,” she said in a cold
whisper.
    Spinning around,
his heart skipped a major beat. With Wendy’s arms wrapped around his neck, he slowly
turned with the shark fin circling them twenty yards out. “Jesus Christ,” he
panted. “You have got to be kidding me.”
    “Oh my God oh my
God oh my God,” Wendy murmured, as if speaking in a quiet voice would keep the
shark from noticing them. But it was too late for that. Anyone who ever watched Shark Week knew it was standard procedure
for a shark to bump its prey before sinking its rows of pointy teeth in. Wendy watched
the shark, jerking her head around to the other side every few seconds.
    “Wendy, you’re
choking me!”
    Loosening her hold
just enough for Paul to draw in the sliver of a breath, he forgot all about the
two things on shore because judging by the size of the dorsal fin it was
something big, maybe a tiger or bull shark. He pushed the thought of a great
white from