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                  "You're going, right?" asked Lisa. 
                  Jack stopped wiping down the table.  "Are you serious?"
                  Yes, she was.  She'd gotten another CALL ME, URGENT text from Tina Gallagher, and that was the last thing she wanted to deal with.  She'd rather think about Jack's stupid problems than her own.  She shrugged at him.
                  "First of all, Arturo had no idea why this happened to us, so I'm not going to learn anything.  Second, if anyone finds out there are giant meetings of people like me, out come the shotguns."
                  "Now you're being paranoid."
                  "No, just a guy who watches movies.  Besides, can you think of a more depressing way to spend an evening?"
                  "You spend every night alone in a cemetery digging up a body."
                  He grinned at her.  "It's more fun than you'd think.  Very meditative."
                  Well, she'd brought it up.  Yuck. 
                  He dropped his soggy rag in the laundry basket and leaned on the counter opposite her, like he was about to buy a slice.  "You want me to go tonight.  God knows why.  Talk me into it."
                  "You're smarter than they are," she said, and a little light in his bright blue eyes showed her she was on the right track.
                  When Jack was alive, he'd probably gotten more attention for his looks than his brains.  He was actually a handsome guy, with that lean runner's body, and that beautiful thick black hair and clever blue eyes, and that sharp wolfish smile.  She found herself checking him out sometimes, especially when he was wearing his tiny little jogging shorts, stretching before a workout.  And that was a direction she really didn't want her mind to go.
                  Since when did zombies need to stretch, anyway?
                  "Maybe you can figure out why this happened to all of you," she continued.  "And once you know that, maybe you can find a cure."
                  "That's optimistic."
                  "I just think if there's a chance, you should take it.  And it's not going to happen if you don't meet any other zombies."
                  He sighed.  "All right.  I'll go."
                  Lisa didn't have a lot of vices left, but she'd held on to curiosity.  "Need a ride?" she asked.
     
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                  Prof. Leschke was been a terrible teacher in a lot of ways, reflected Ian, but he sure did know how to run a classroom.  He only gave introductory lecture courses, so that he could use the course notes he'd developed years earlier, when he'd started teaching, and there was no real need to update them.  He taught the courses at 7:30 in the morning-- attendance mandatory, no exceptions.  He informed students on the first day that he would not be grading on a curve, and that fifty percent of their grade would be determined by pop quizzes administered at random throughout the course including-- oh why not-- say today?  Why haven't you read chapter one yet, students?   The book isn't in the bookstore yet?  That's no excuse.  Ian, Sarah, pass the quizzes out immediately!
                  On day one of the course three hundred students had been enrolled; on day two, only fifty die-hards remained.  And since sectioning had been determined before the course started, Ian and Sarah would each get paid for teaching five sections, none of which had more than six students. 
                  You really had to admire the guy, thought Ian, you really did.  Show those obnoxious undergrads who's boss!
                  There was only one problem; Prof. Leschke was never around, but Ian and Sarah were.  Office hours, thought Ian.  When every student who's mad at