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town. There ain't a scrap of food left. I already found all that hasn't been stolen or scavenged. Used to be more hidden away, but it was stolen."
    "Stolen?" I ask. "Are there others around here?"
    "It was strangers," she says. "From out of town."
    "I'm looking for strangers," I say. "How long ago was this? Were any of them kids?"
    She sniffles hard and nods. "Yeah. Kids."
    "They were? What kids?" I snap and grab her again.
    She squeaks and tries to get away, but that ain't happening.
    "What kids?" I snarl.
    "I don't know," she squawks. "Some kids. About six of them, maybe. They're, uh, creepy. Slink around like lizards."
    "Are they blind?" I ask. "Did you see their eyes?"
    "No," she says. "They wear sunglasses or goggles. But they sure don't act blind."
    "No, they wouldn't," I say. "But they are. Well, not all. Some of them are just deaf. I think. Not sure no more since we can't find the little fucks."
    "I can take you to them!" Inez shouts. "I know where they are!"
    Dammit.
    That goes on for like forever before I finally give in. It's either that or kill the crazy, whiny bitch. She's annoying as all shit, but not enough to get a knife to the temple.
    "Okay," I finally say. "I'll take you with me. But I'm only gonna keep you safe until we find those kids. After that you are on your own."
    "You don't need to worry about me," she says, jumping around the room and clapping her hands. "I've survived this long. I can survive just fine on my own."
    "Yeah, right," I say and sneer. "Now, where the fuck is the other way out?"

 
    Chapter Four
     
    Turns out there's another room. You wouldn't know it when you first look at Inez's little shitbox. I guess you'd call it a bathroom? I ain't got no clue.
    Yeah, there's a toilet and a shower stall, but those only take up a small part of the space. The rest is all shelves with cleaning stuffs on them. They ain't doing no cleaning anymore, just collecting lots of fucking dust. Lady got a room of cleaning supplies, but she don't clean a thing.
    "Through here," Inez says and points at the shower.
    "We going down the drain?" I ask. "Because I can't fit. You can't either. You know that, right?"
    I got to ask. Inez is cuckoo pants and I ain't got no plans on hanging with a cuckoo pants lady that thinks she can fit down a drain. That's just fucking nuts.
    "No, no, not the drain," she says and gives me a smile as she grabs onto the side of the shower stall. "Help me shove it out of the way."
    I grab the other side and we pull. The damn shower comes away from the wall like it's made of nothing. We get it a few feet back and stop.
    "I'll be dipped in Z shit," I say as I check out the huge hole in the wall. "Where does it go?"
    "Under everything," Inez says. "Under the streets and other buildings. Connects to lots of places, but most places aren't worth being connected to. Most is overrun with the undead, anyway. Don't want to go in those places."
    A thought hits me in my brainpan and I frown.
    "Why do you have Zs chained up outside your place?" I ask.
    "Keeps the undead and other people away," she says.
    "What other people?" I ask. I turn to her and put my hands on my hips. The only weapon I have on me is my knife on my belt. I left the lamp out there. "You mean other than the strangers you mentioned?"
    "What? Uh, no, no, just the strangers," she says. "People coming into town like you. Scavengers and cannies. Got to watch out for cannies around here."
    I narrow my eyes because Greta says I look scary as shit when I narrow my eyes. Inez don't flinch. She gives me an uncomfortable smile and points at the dark tunnel that was hidden behind the shower stall.
    "This is why I stayed here," Inez says. "Back way out. In case too many cannies come and break into my place."
    "You don't know that the undead are called Zs, but you know that cannibals are called cannies?" I ask. "Why's that?"
    There's a loud groaning of metal from the other room. The front door ain't doing so well. Reinforced or not, you put a