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away from those losers earlier. I told Iris this shirt was too whore-ish.”
    Gabe laughs again and he struggles to keep his eyes off my chest. Fail. I reach for my bag and pull out my jacket. “Alex wears a jacket in Issue 3: Winter Storm [2] ,” I justify. “I don’t know why she and Wyatt didn’t realize the zombies would reanimate once the temperature rose.”
    “I think they had other things on their mind [3] .”
    Oh. Right. Sex.
    And again, I walk right into the awkward. After 10 minutes, Gabe Foster:
Saved me from a group of horny dorks
Listened to my fangirl ramblings
Checked out my boobs
Watched as I fumbled around sex talk and my douche ex
    OhmyGodmakemestop. I need to walk away now. I reach for my bag on the floor. “I guess I should go. Iris is probably wondering where I am.”
    We glance at Iris. She’s moved away from Reid and is now in a very close conversation with a super-buff demon warrior of some kind. Is that a 12-pack on his stomach or mutant ribs?
    “Or not,” Gabe says.
    “Or not.” I slide off my chair anyway. “Nice meeting you.”
    Gabe stands and shoves his hands in his pockets. “You, too.”
    I give him a smile. For a brief moment, I consider hugging him and asking if he would sign my boobs before I leave, but that feels inappropriate, so I walk away.“Ruby!” He calls. “Are you coming to the panel tomorrow?”
    Do zombies eat brains [4] ?
    “Absolutely.”
    “I’ll get you and Iris press seats up front, okay?”
    I can’t contain the smile. “Up front?”
    He smiles back. All cute and scruffy faced. “Sure. You can invite the other kid too, if you want.”
    “Oh, no. Not Reid. He’s not invited.” He will be so pissed. “Ever.”
    “No douches. Got it.” Again, he’s all smiley and it makes me smiley which is dumb because he’s old and out of my league and, God, I’m a dork. “Stay out of trouble,” he says.
    I zip up the front of my jacket all the way to my neck to prove I’m a good kid and walk away. I have one thought on my mind: Iris. Is. Going. To. Die.
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    [1] Screwed.
    [2] Alexandra and Wyatt have a moment of reprieve when a freak ice storm hits and the zombies are frozen solid.
    [3] Sex.
    [4] Yes. Well, no. Not in Zocopalypse mythology, they just bite to infect. But in this case, yes.

Chapter 4

I ’m right and wrong. Iris isn’t going to die. I am. She’s going to kill me. She’s more than a little annoyed at me for not calling her over during my meet up with Gabe. I realize what I’ve done the second I tell her. I may be the worst friend ever.
    She makes all this clear after we get to our room. We go to bed exhausted and angry with one another. Now, Iris sits on the chair in the corner of the hotel room with a cup of coffee on the windowsill and her computer on her lap.
    “Did you even sleep?” I ask, rubbing my hands over my eyes.
    “A little. I want to get these images up from the parade. Almost done.” Her tone is stiff. She’s still angry. Despite this, I know she’s determined to get as much posted on the website as she can before we leave for the day. Zocopalypse is the first big panel, starting at 10 a.m. We plan on being in line at eight even though Gabe offered us the press seats. What if he forgets? Our conversation from the night before feels like a dream. By the time I walked (ran) over to Iris and pointed to the couch near the balcony, he was gone. Our space on the couch was filled by two very affectionate girls dressed like Sailor Moon.
    “There, done,” Iris says, tapping a couple keys and closing the laptop. “We had a bunch of hits overnight. Today though, we need a big one. Everyone was at the parade, so none of our shots are that unique. We need a photo of Gabe, up close, at least, an interview at best. What do you think?”
    “All he said was press seats. I have no idea what that means.”
    “You realize that if I had been there, I would have asked.”
    “I know.”
    “I can’t believe you didn’t get his