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Maybe she got inside!   He turned into the lot, mowing down rows of shambling corpses. 
     
     

CHAPTER 7
     
     
    The loading dock door opened as he pulled up.  Two guys with tire irons cleared out a few zombies trying to climb up on the dock.  Joey parked close enough to clamber out the driver-side window, and one of the guys hauled him up.
    The overhead door shut with a bang.  Both of the guys were middle-aged, one taller than the other, and they wore the store uniform. 
    "Night stockers?"  Joey asked.
    They both nodded.  The taller one extended his hand; Joey shook it.
    "My name's Gino.  This is Todd.  We got eleven people in here: six employees and five customers."
    Todd nodded.  "Yeah, the first of these zombie fucks comes in and starts chewing on a customer--that didn't go too well!"  Todd snickered.
    "We starts piling up carriages and display cases at the main entrances--after locking the doors up, of course--and then they starts coming by the dozens!"  Gino's eyes widened.  "I couldn't believe what I was seeing!  They was eatin' people right in the parking lot!"
    "Yeah, yeah!  We even tried throwing some meat out there to distract them, so as people could get away, ya know?  It didn't work… they didn't even pay attention when we threw out the pork loins."  Todd shook his head.
    Joey raised his hands, trying to stop their torrent of chatter.
    "Sounds like quite a night, guys.  Look, I'm trying to find a woman about my height with long blonde hair and huge tits."  Joey stretched his hands out in an approximate triple-D shape.  "You seen anyone like her in here--or anywhere?"
    Gino and Todd glanced at each other. 
    "I think I'd remember if I seen a girl with knockers like that!"  Todd grinned. 
    "I don't know if she was part of the mobs out front though… sorry if she was."  Gino shrugged. 
    "I haven't had much luck finding her or her car.  She was working at the medical center, but her car wasn't there when I showed up."  Joey looked around the back room.  Most of the inventory was still on palettes, waiting to be brought out.
    "Hey man, if you need anything, help yourself!"  Gino waved around the room.  "Most of this crap's going bad soon--what with the power out and all."
    "Thanks, guy.  I'll grab something to eat and something for the road." 
    Joey rummaged through the inventory, chugging chocolate milk, and grabbed some packaged junk along with a few bottles of water. 
    "Say, what kind of car did your girl drive?  Maybe we can check the lot and see if it's out there?"  Todd offered.
    "Not a bad idea.  Lead the way." 
    Joey followed Todd to a metal staircase that wound up above the receiving area.  They crossed a catwalk and entered a hallway.  Todd clicked on a flashlight and led Joey to a ladder bolted against the wall.  A metal hatch was open above. 
    He climbed out onto the roof.  A tall, lanky guy with a handlebar moustache walked over.  He had a rifle shouldered.
    "What's the word, man?  I'm Jean.  Glad to see another living face."
    "I'll second that, Jean.  I'm Joey."  They shook hands.  "Nice piece you got there.  Is it a .30-06?"
    "Sure is."  Jean handed it to Joey.  "Oddly enough, I picked it up from Bullseye yesterday morning.  Bought a boatload of ammo, too.  I didn't know why at the time, but now it makes sense." 
    "Hell yeah, it does!  I work over at Bullseye, but I was playing hookie yesterday."
    Joey worked the action on the rifle, checking the sights, and handed it back to Jean.  "Good choice.  That's a helluva gun."
    Jean slung it over his shoulder.  "What brings you out here?  You hunkering down where the food is?" 
    "No.  Actually, I'm looking for my girlfriend.  She was working dogwatch at the medical center, but I can't find any sign of her or her car." 
    Joey walked to the edge of the roof and scanned the parking lot.  Dana's booger was nowhere to be seen.  "It's a green two-door coupe.  It's hard to miss."
    Jean grabbed his