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showers and
cold beer for their last few miserable days on this Godforsaken planet.
    “What a
bloodbath,” Curtis muttered.
    A shadow slipped
over Paul and he pulled his arm away to see Sophia standing in the sand,
blocking out the sun. long dark hair flowed behind her as a breeze tickled a white
dress he’d never seen. She was breathtaking and when she spoke, the sound of
her voice warmed him from the inside out.
    I know this is hard, Paul, but you made it here for a
reason. Keep fighting.
    For a moment, her
words didn’t register. He was too caught up in her ethereal presence and airy
voice. His eyebrows slowly dipped. “Reason?”
    Sophia looked at
him as if he were a child, her dress flapping violently in the wind. Floating
backwards, her dead toes dangled just above the sand, oily hair hanging limply
in her face. She pointed a long skeletal finger at him. Cracks slithered
through her flesh and when she spoke there was an ominous tone in her voice.
    This is where it all begins.
    “Wait!” he cried,
reaching for the dress he didn’t remember her owning. “Where what begins?”
    In a slow moving
vapor, she faded into the distant horizon and was gone.
    “What the hell,
motherfucker?” Curtis barked, slapping Paul’s hand from his jeans. “You tryin
to grab my stick or somethin, man?”
    Paul blinked
Curtis’ silhouette into focus and pulled his hand back. “I…”
    “That’s the last
time I save your life.” He spit into the sand. “Fucking faggot!”
    Paul watched him head
for the truck and then turned back to the horizon for one last glimpse of the
woman he couldn’t live without. But just like everything else, she was gone and
never coming back.

 
 
 
 
 
 
    Chapter Four

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    S tarting the
engine, Curtis put it in gear. “Can’t leave you two alone for five minutes
without getting yourselves killed. Surfing? Really? In the world we now live in?”
    “Did you see us
from the house or something?” Wendy asked with water dripping from the tip of
her nose.
    “No.” Stepping on
the gas, he peeled across the packed sand. “Stephanie told me you had some bud back
on that boat so I wanted to go grab it real quick.”
    Paul twisted
around in the passenger seat, face warping. “Are you insane? You left Cora and
your sister alone with Troy to go get some bud?”
    Curtis shrugged. “Basically,
yeah.” The F-150 picked up speed, spraying water back into the ocean. “Don’t
worry, Troy is fine but I need to get high soon or I’m going to kill someone. I
can’t handle all this shit completely sober and I’m not even kidding. Sober was
bad enough in the old world, but this world?” He shook his head. “Fuck that
shit, man.”
    “We can’t leave
them alone with him, Curtis. Are you out of your mind? After you just ripped on
me for going surfing, you leave your sister and Cora alone with someone who’s
been bitten?”
    “Relax! I said
he’s fine, Hasselhoff.”
    “No, he’s not. We
have to go back!”
    Curtis
white-knuckled the wheel as beach houses and quaint shops glided past in
colorful splashes. He exhaled and lowered his voice. “He actually looks better
to tell you the truth.”
    “ Better ?” Paul gasped. “There is no better after you get bit. There’s only
worse, and it’s only a matter of time before he turns and tries to kill someone.
What don’t you get about that?”
    Curtis looked at
him for a second or two before turning back to the sand. “That what happened to
your wife? She turn ?”
    Paul sank into the
seat and rubbed his face, trying to figure out how this led back to Sophia.
Eventually, all roads led back to her.
    “So what happened?
You just let her wander off with a pack of dead heads?”
    He didn’t answer.
    Curtis’ eyebrows
went up. “You shot her?”
    “Of course he did,
Curtis,” Wendy snapped, leaning between them. “She tried to kill him which is
why we should go back! I hate to say it, but Troy is about