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out onto the side walk in front of the store as well. I took a wad of paper towels from a dispenser on the floor and twisted them tightly into a nice, thick rope before I used the remaining lighter fluid to soak the rope. I took the rope back with me to the front counter and sat it down.
    I was pulling out my boxes of ammo when I realized how badly I had to go to the bathroom. Even during a zombie outbreak … when you had to go, you had to go. I shoved all my stuff back into my bag and carefully made my way back into the two stall women’s bathroom in the store. The bathroom looked eerily normal. It was still spotless and there was absolutely none of the carnage that waited just outside the doors. It was a little potty room utopia. I hurried up and did my business, afraid to dawdle too long and make some dire mistake. I grabbed two unwrapped rolls of toilet paper and stuffed them into my bag. I was pretty sure I’d be needing them once I made back to my new home in the woods.
    I’d relaxed after making it into town safely, let down my guard once I’d infiltrated the freaking Starbucks successfully and I almost paid for it with my life. I’d just come out of the bathroom, feeling sorry that I couldn’t just live in the immaculate bathroom forever, when I headed around the counter to go into the back room. The zombie had probably been there the whole time and I’d never noticed him. A soon as I pushed through the swinging door to go into the back room … the zombie lunged for me. I didn’t have time to scream, I didn’t have time to dodge the attack, but somehow I managed to lift the backpack I was carrying in my arms just enough to when the zombie tried to sink his teeth into my chest, he got a mouthful of my canvas backpack instead as he knocked us both to the ground.
    The back of my head ricocheted off of the swinging door as the zombie knocked me back and landed on top of me. His weight slammed the breath out of my lungs and when I tried to suck in a much-needed inhalation of air, I got the undiluted version of zombie B. O. I swung out wildly, trying to knock the zombie off of me, to get free of the dead body that pinned me down. The zombie wasn’t going to give up easily though, he was like a mindless animal, aware his next meal had just walked right into his lair. I grabbed my backpack with my right arm and shoved with all my might as I kicked up with my feet at the same time to try and dislodge the putrid scented zombie from my body. The backpack hit the zombie directly in the face and I heard a bone crack in his nose ... the zombie, momentarily stunned, loosed his grip on me and I took advantage by kicking out once again and heaving my body upward as hard as possible.
    The zombie rolled off of me and I crawled over frantically toward the recon knife that I’d dropped during the chaos and closed my fist around it and turned, still on my knees, just as the zombie lunged off the ground toward me again.  When he did, out of reflex, I thrust my knife out and caught the animated corpse right in the larynx. Unfortunately, that didn’t kill or stop him. I pulled my knife out with my right hand and swung my backpack with my left, knocking the zombie over again. As soon as the zombie rolled over he immediately came at me wildly, his movement more frantic and hurried. This time when I thrust my knife, it went right into his left eye and poked out of the back of his skull. The zombie stilled as blood and other rank fluids oozed out of his mouth, neck, and eye. As soon as I yanked my knife free the second time and the zombie fell with a splat into its own juices, I vomited and dry heaved until my stomach was completely empty.
    I wiped my mouth off and got up on shaky legs. I rested my forehead on a large wall of boxes for just a moment while I got my breathing back under control. When I stepped back again, I blinked in surprise. What were the odds? There were boxes and boxes of Starbucks VIA Ready Brew stacked on top