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stack of crackers reduced to a couple of crumbs on the table.
    “Nothing.” I answered.
    “If it’s about the zombie thing, just think about it. Say they really can think. That would mean they chose to eat people. They chose to murder people. Us killing them becomes a good thing, because that means they can’t kill someone else.”
    I nodded. He was right. “You know, for a moron, you can be rather insightful.”
    “Did you just insult me?”
    “Why would I do that?” I smiled.
    He narrowed his eyes at me for a moment then gave up. Insulting him was too easy. I loved him like a brother, and he was actually fairly intelligent sometimes, but teasing him was far too much fun not to constantly do. But in all seriousness, I was like my father now, unwilling to kill others, knowing full well I could and would should I need to, guilt wrecked about it, but having to soldier on to protect my loved ones. It was me or them, and it sure as hell wasn’t going to be me.
     
     
     
    Chapter four
     
    On another lonely road, days after the Lowe’s incident, we pulled to a shuddering stop outside an old fashioned diner.
    “Please don’t tell me we have to get parts for this thing,” I said.
    “I don’t know, we’ll have to take a look,” Sully said, indicating himself and Dean.
    “Alright, let’s clear the place before we start anything else,” I said, frowning.
    The place gave me the heebee jeebees. Three of the sides were mostly grime covered windows, with everything below them was metal siding that may have been shiny enough to cook a chicken on in the summer sun back in the day. What little there was in between and above the windows was a dirty robin’s egg blue.
    Glancing in the car windows as we passed to the side door, we checked that no zombies were in or around them. Inside, it was incredibly dark for the middle of the day. The dirt and who knows what else layered on the windows effectively blocked out all but tiny slivers of sun.
    It was spacious, littered with old plates and cups, a stray corpse lying here and there. It smelled faintly of decay, but mostly of moldy, cooked meat. While the boys checked the kitchen, Billie and I opened all the outer doors to let it air out, and give us better light.
    Retching and gagging sounded from the back. We quickly found the boys on their hands and knees near the door to the walk-in freezer, dry heaving.
    “You ok?” Billie asked.
    “Don’t open the freezer . . . rancid,” Dean wheezed.
    “That bad?” I said.
    “That was the worst thing I have ever smelled, and that includes that port-a-john in between the taco truck and construction site in Texas.” Sully said between heaves.
    I shook my head and walked off to check the bathrooms, leaving them where they sat, still trying not to throw up what little food was in their stomachs.
    It was so quiet, and still, I couldn’t help but wonder what we were missing. Twisting the knob, I felt pressure against the door from the inside. The door burst open against the weight of the zombie. I let out a small shriek and slammed my knife into its soft palate, the blade shining through its open, rotted mouth, impaling its brain from near the base of its skull.
    Billie rushed around the corner, gun ready.
    “What the . . .” She said.
    “Don’t shoot,” I panted. “False alarm,”
    Billie looked at me wordlessly while I ripped my knife back out of the zombie’s head and wiped the junk off onto the faded and cracked seat behind me.
    “I think it might have already been dead,” Billie said with a smile.
    “It’s not dead until I kill it,” I said, winking.
    And just for good measure, I stomped its head a few times, shattering it.
    When we made it back outside, the guys sat in front of the RV, insisting it just needed to cool down, and Billie and I searched the cars more thoroughly, gathering gas, spare parts, and some new clothes. I even managed to find a killer pair of boots to replace my pair that was falling apart
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