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of the grisly material off my face as I could. Blood, flesh, and muscle leaked from around the edges of my knitting job. I asked Hugh to see what he could do about that, and I promised him I would find us some dinner.
    “Where are we going?” Clarence asked.
    “Hunting,” I told him. “So shut up.”
    “Hunting for what?” He was quivering.
    “A zombie owns this body, me and you are just along for the ride. What do you think we’re going hunting for?”
    “I…we can’t!”
    “I can and we are. You have no idea how bad Hugh can get if we don’t. Now let me concentrate, it’s not easy moving a body like this. It’s almost like using a remote control, and you’re wiring is a little different, so I need to learn the controls.”
    “You said this Hugh was the zombie. Why are you doing this? What could possibly be your motivation?”
    “You know, Dumpy, not all of us got to live in our parent’s basement wolfing down fucking cupcakes. It’s called survival and I want to live. If I don’t make Hugh move right, he’d gladly walk into a hail of bullets looking for food.”
    “Death would be better,” Clarence said softly.
    “You don’t know anything!” I roared. “Nothing is worse than death!” I didn’t tell him my fears that quite possibly I would have to pay somewhat for my past transgressions. He didn’t need to know that. “Listen, you little weasel. I have my own conscience; I don’t need you throwing your nickel-and-a-half’s worth into the fray. Do you understand me?”
    “Why don’t you just kill me?”
    “You don’t know yet? I mean you’ve kind of seen the extent of Hugh’s dialog, but that’s really alright because I like myself just fine. I’m keeping you around because you apparently know where a safe house is.”
    “No!” Images of Tyler’s sister flashed in front of me.
    “And oh yeah, we have some unfinished business. I want to get you laid before you die. Hardly seems right, a man dying before he dips his wick. Huh, who knew that was a literal meaning,” I said, referring to his size.
    “I will never show you the way!” he said defiantly.
    “Yeah you will. Let’s get something to eat. I’m kind of hungry, too.”
    I realized this was not going to be a particularly easy venture as I walked out of the convenience store. The town looked deserted; I’d seen more people at churches in Sin City –Las Vegas.
    Then a stroke of pure genius struck. I started checking cars along the roadway, most were parked forever. Some had keys in them for when the unlucky soul had to evacuate on foot, most of them had finally ceased to run as the fuel supply ran out. I could get gas, but by the time I did all that, Hugh would be wailing incessantly and I wasn’t ready for that.
    It was about the tenth or so car I came across that the person vacating had the common courtesy to shut it off before they left screaming into the night to either live or die depending on their actions.
    “What’s in front of the vehicle?” Clarence asked just as I was about to sit down and see if she would start.
    “Who cares?” I grumbled. Hugh was beginning to get cranky and it was overflowing into my emotions.
    “There’s something there…someone, I think. We should help them,” Clarence said emphatically.
    Oh I’d help myself to them alright. This would make my job a lot easier if I had the good fortune of stumbling upon somebody right about now. I dragged my heft out of the car and quickly strode to the front. It was there that I found out why the mini-van had never left, dad had junior wrapped in what was left of his arms. It looked a lot like a skeleton holding onto a teddy bear. I moved dad’s arms hoping I could snack on a little something, I carefully unwrapped the blue blanket, my mouth was watering thinking about the fat little dumpling. And it was moving. I almost did a happy dance.
    I pulled free the last of the swaddling. The thing underneath was nearly as blue as its