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soon as I can if that happens.”
     
    “In the movies, they always die when they split up.”
     
    “They always die when they smoke pot in the movies, too, but that didn’t stop you from toking up last night, did it?”
     
    Jimmy laughed. “Hey, it was your weed.”
     
    Sarah rolled her eyes. “See ya on the other side,” she shot over her shoulder, and started off on her way.
     
    Jimmy stared after her until she disappeared, and then headed in the other direction.
     
    ———————
     
    “Sarah,” she heard Jimmy yell just as she rounded the final corner on the way to the other doors. “Run!”
     
    “Hey, sweetheart,” Sarah heard from behind her. “Aren’t you a pretty little thing?”
     
    Sarah cocked the shotgun, checked the path in front of her to be sure it was clear, then spun to face the voice with the gun leveled at his chest and her finger on the trigger. There were two men standing there. One was a frumpy older gentleman in worn out Dockers and a plaid shirt, and the other, the one she was aiming her gun at, looked like he could have played Kevin Bacon’s best friend in Footloose .
     
    “What’s going on on the other side of the building?” she asked, her voice surprisingly steady.
     
    “Sarah? Little Sarah Babinski from Schenectady High?”
     
    Sarah tried to make out who was talking through the darkness. As her eyes adjusted, she recognized the frumpy man standing before her.
     
    “Mr. Bailey? What’re you doing here?”
     
    “Sarah! You’ve grown up quite a bit, huh? Not so little anymore.”
     
    “I hit a growth spurt my freshman year in college. Grew almost a whole foot that year. Who’s this creep?” she gestured toward the other guy with the muzzle of her gun.
     
    “That’s just Brad. He’s harmless. He’s not even into women. He’s just trying to intimidate you so you don’t fuck with us.” Mr. Bailey turned to Brad, and said, “I told you to stop doing that. Sarah’s a good shot. She won awards for her shooting every year starting in sixth grade. You’re lucky she doesn’t shoot first.”
     
    “Mr. Bailey…”
     
    “You’re all grown up, now, and this isn’t high school. Call me Ralph.”
     
    “Okay…Ralph, what’s happening to my friend?”
     
    “Our people tied him up. They won’t shoot him. Let’s go tell them we know who you are, shall we?”
     
    Ralph produced a flashlight and led Sarah and Brad to Jimmy.
     
    On the other side of the building, they found two broad-shouldered men and a little, brightly colored woman. The men stood in front of Jimmy brandishing weapons as the woman finished gingerly tying his hands, being careful not to break a plastic fingernail. Before all this, Sarah might have laughed at the sight. Instead, she shot Ralph a pleading glance.
     
    “Let him go, Martha,” Ralph said to the woman standing over Jimmy.
     
    Martha glared at Ralph. Rubbing her neck at the base of her skull, she grumbled, “He nearly took my head off.”
     
    “He didn’t know who you were. He was trying to protect his girlfriend.”
     
    “He’s not my boyfriend,” Sarah corrected, a little too harshly. “I’m married. To someone else.”
     
    “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
     
    “No, it’s okay. You remember Mr. Bailey from high school, Jimmy?”
     
    “Jimmy? You mean…that can’t be Jimmy Herring?”
     
    “Hi, Mr. Bailey.”
     
    “Keep him tied up, then. We’ll have less trouble that way.” Ralph joked.
     
    “It is a good look for him,” Sarah quipped, as she finally lowered the shotgun.
     
    “Okay, now that we’re finished with the high school reunion, maybe we could take this inside?” Martha asked as she bent to untie Jimmy. “Unless we’re still waiting for punch and snacks, in which case, by all means, let me go tell the zombies that they can’t eat us tonight. I’m sure they’ll understand.”
     
    “Yes, Martha,” Ralph sighed as he started walking back toward the doors they used