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hallucination. Maybe I’d just imagined it. Hallucinated having a hallucination. Right.
    Randy eyed me, but Coy beamed. “It’s a ten point that scores in the one-sixties!”
    I managed to give Coy a winning smile. “I have
no
idea what that means, but I assume it’s good.” I glanced at the perfectly normal deer head one more time. Okay, so now I knew seeing weird shit other than sparkles was a possibility. It wouldn’t catch me off guard if it happened again. Worst case scenario, I’d have to decrease my dose a bit to stabilize. No biggie. I could handle it.
    Randy gave my arm a soft punch. “I was gonna give you a call later. Didn’t expect to run into you.”
    â€œI was heading to lunch and saw your car outside. Whatcha doing here?”
    Randy swung a puzzled look around the store. “Dunno what you mean. I’m shopping.”
    I snorted. “You hate shopping unless it involves car parts.”
    Coy gave a low laugh. “She’s got you there, dude. You don’t even like doing beer runs.”
    Randy chuckled. “Yeah, well, I wanna get ready for the weekend.” He patted the duffel he carried—one of the zombie hunter survival kits.
    â€œYou’re going to the Zombie Fest?” I asked in disbelief.
    â€œSure,” he said with a shrug. “
Everyone’s
going.”
    I peered at the tag that dangled from the duffel’s strap. “A hundred and fifty bucks? Are you crazy?”
    â€œIt’s got a lot of great stuff!” He flipped the tag around to show me what the kit included. “It’s good for any kind of disaster, not just a zombie invasion.”
    My shock at the price eased as I read the list of contents. Three days’ worth of emergency rations and water purification packets for two, a LifeStraw personal water filter, firestarter, multi-tool, paracord, rain ponchos, light sticks, first aid kit, compass, fishing hooks and line, knife, insect spray, sunscreen, whistle, and a survival blanket. And, to justify the zombie hunter survival kit marketing, a baseball bat and a machete. “Okay, that looks pretty cool,” I grudgingly admitted.
    â€œI’m getting one, too,” Coy said. “It includes an equipment vest Bear had specially made for the zombie hunts at the Fest.”
    The hunts? That explained the pile of gear heaped on the floor between the two. A big pile. This was more than an impulse purchase of a survival kit. I pressed my lips together to hold back the laugh. “You two are dressing up like zombie hunters for the Fest?”
    Randy held up three fingers. “Me and Coy
and
Judd.” He gestured toward the long counter where a black-shirted employee—Judd Siler—was giving an animated demonstration of proper grip and sighting to a rapt audience of teen boys. Judd wasn’t a bad-looking guy—decent teeth, tall and wiry, sandy hair in a military buzz-cut—but his arrogance tended to wear thin on me pretty quickly.
    â€œYou
three,
” I said. “Gee, sounds great.”
    Randy grinned, unfazed by my lack of enthusiasm. “We got us a team together for tonight’s hunt,” he said. “We’re also signed up for two hunts tomorrow. You wanna join us? We got space for a fourth. It’s gonna be a blast, and we’re closing down Pillar’s Bar after we kill all the zombies tonight.”
    I couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Randy, I’ve seen you shoot. You couldn’t hit a broken-down bus with a target painted on its side.”
    â€œWe’ll see what you say when I got a kickass zombie body count.” He flashed me a Randy smile. “Come with us. You know we always have fun.”
    Despite the personal squick factor of “zombie body count,” a tiny part of me couldn’t help but be intrigued. Randy’s usual idea of fun was hanging out at a car show or smoking pot around his fire pit. He liked