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attention, half his neck was hanging from the mouth of that zombie.” I pointed down to where said flesh was still visible inside the zombie’s mouth.  “Sorry, but your friend was already dead.” I shrugged as I turned from him, reached down and picked up the shotgun, clearing the chamber and sticking it back into the holster on my back.
    I heard him following behind me as I made my way back to the Hummer so I could pack up the other gas can and be on my way.
    “Fuck, Steve.  Fuck, buddy, I’m so fucking sorry, man.”  I turned to watch his face as he apologized to his friend, and couldn’t help but notice the look of complete devastation that had overtaken his features.  I felt a pang of guilt looking at him.  Here I was, going around shooting people all nonchalant-like, and this dude was the very epitome of a broken man.  I sighed.  I couldn’t leave him; he looked so sad and defenseless standing there.
    I walked back to him, and put my hand on his shoulder. “Hey, I’m sorry about your friend, I know how you feel, and this whole thing fucking blows.  Where you headed?”
    He turned his head to glance at me before looking back at Steve.  “I’m not sure, I think we were going to try to make it home; we were the only ones to make it out alive, and we wanted to see if anything was better in the cities.  What the fuck is happening? I mean, one minute things are totally normal, and the next, it was like fucking, I mean, zombies , man.  Fucking zombies started eating people.  They’re all dead.  Everyone is fucking dead.  Is anyone else in the world alive?”  He looked at me, and my stomach dropped at the questioning look on his face, as though I should have the answers as to why the world had fallen apart.  I had no answers for him.
    “You’re the first person I have seen in weeks that isn’t already dead or trying to eat my face.”  I grimly looked up at him, and noticed for the first time how familiar he looked.  I knew this guy from somewhere, but couldn’t quite place him.  “Well, since we’re both alone, do you wanna come with me? I’m heading to Texas.”
    His eyes got curious as he asked, “What’s in Texas?”
    “If I told you now, you’ll probably rob me in my sleep and steal my brilliant plan.  So for now you’re on a Need to Know basis.”  I said this with a completely straight and serious face, staring at him intently to make sure my point got across before turning around heading back to the car.
    He ran and caught up with me, “Are you always this paranoid?” he threw at me, and I didn’t miss the ‘eye rolling’ in his voice.
    “Well, I’m alive, so apparently it’s working out for me,” I shot back out of irritation.  We reached the Hummer, and I walked over to the driver side, opened the door and hit the unlock button on the panel, unlocking the passenger side.  I walked back around and pulled the hose out of the car and placed it in the empty gas can.  He sat in the passenger seat silently staring out the windshield.  I was glad to be filling the gas can as I had no idea what to say to him.  I wasn’t exactly a ‘people person’ and having someone else around just felt awkward.
    I put the hose back on the pump, closed the gas can and reattached it to the back of the Hummer.  Dragging my feet, I headed to the driver’s side and climbed in.
      Once I was situated, I hit the locks.  Unstrapping my holster, I removed my guns and sword, and after buckling my seatbelt, started the car and steered out, heading back to the highway.
     
     
     
     
    We drove in silence for a lot of miles.  I watched as the landscape around us faded from the winter brown trees and grass, with forest off in the distance, to the softer desert-scape. Soon there were smaller shrubs and dirt, and of course, a tumbleweed here and there.  Occasionally I would sneak a peek at him out of the corner of my eye.
    He was by far the most beautiful man I had ever seen up close;