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with a mangled up older man who has half of his face eaten off. If I wasn’t so terrified I would take a selfie with that man.
    They are both closing in on me and I am almost out of places to turn to. I ease my way back until I feel the frigid glass door of the freezer behind me. I survey my surroundings and what is closest to me. Bingo! I spot a wooden baseball bat hanging over the flashing Bud Lite sign on the wall. I stretch my arm up and yank it down along with the sign that shatters when it hits the floor.
    Rick lunges for me and I swing the bat forward connecting it with his lower jaw. He sinks to the floor grabbing for my pant legs trying to pull my leg into his mouth. I rear back and slam the bat into the back of his head. Again and again until I no longer feel him pulling on my leg, blood and brain matter dripping off of the tip of the bat. Creepy cool guy with half a face comes to try me next. Feeling full of confidence with my new best friend Mr. Bat, I wait until he gets an arm reach away from me then I swing with all of my might. CRACK! Mr. Bat smashes into the mangled mess that is his head. Down he falls. I stand over him ready to release another blow but he doesn’t move. I listen close but don’t hear his moaning. I smile. Took him down with one hit. I swing Mr. Bat around in circles and make a few Karate noises. I straighten the backpack on my shoulders and walk back to the car with my head held high and a cocky smirk plastered on my face.
    I lightly tap on the window to get Wil’s attention to let me in. She jumps and looks over at the window. I mouth “Open.” And point down to the door. She hits her unlock button and I climb in tossing the backpack her way.
    “Holy sh…” Wil covers her mouth stopping mid word and looking in the back seat. “How did you get all this?”
    “I killed Rick,” I shrug reaching over to Willow, taking a Mountain Dew from the bag and chugging half of it down. Killing Eaters really makes you thirsty.
    “I would say poor Rick but these Doritos look really good,” Wil says ripping open the bag and popping a chip in her mouth.
    I laugh. “In my defense he tried to kill me first, or devour me like you are those chips,” I laugh.
    “Well good thing it was him and not my chips, want some Emily?” she asks holding the bag behind her so Emily can reach them.
    “Yeah! I love Doritos,” she says taking a hand full and shoving them in her mouth and chomping down on them barely getting them chewed before she swallows and then grabs another handful to repeat the process.
    “Slow down there Em before you choke,” I laugh.
    She blushes and mumbles “Sorry.”
    “It’s ok. When is the last time you ate?”
    She taps her finger against her temple, “Umm….” She shrugs her shoulders. “I dunno. Mommy usually feeds me before bedtime but she was sleeping on the bathroom floor. She didn’t even get to finish her shot the doctor man from down the street gave her before she went to sleep, it was still in her arm.”
    I look over to Wil and give her that did-she-really-just-say-that look. Wil nods her head and looks back out the window not knowing what to say to Emily. I think that we both want to give her the best life possible now that she is with us even if there are people trying to eat us.
    “O...Okay. Well eat all you want to sweetheart but be careful,” I say as I snag the bag from Wil and hand it to Emily. “I think she needs those more than you at the moment.” I smile at Wil hoping she doesn’t mind.
    “Yeah she does.” She agrees and smiles.
    I start the car and slowly pull away with Mr. Bat tucked safely between my seat and the console.
    We drive down the long stretched out back road for what seems like hours but in reality it has only been about twenty minutes. Up ahead I see someone waving their hands in the air running toward our car. As I round the curve I can see clearly why she is running. A pack of flesh eaters are coming straight for her. I slam on