Date: Sun, 25 Nov 2012 23:06:15 -0500 (EST)
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Among All the Zombies

			   AMONG ALL THE ZOMBIES
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
		      WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     "Oh, man!" I breathed when I saw the zombie round the corner. "This is
my fucking lucky day!"
     The zombie which was now coming my way in the slow, lurching way they
favored was my old football coach back when I'd been seventeen and life had
been normal and zombies had been only figments of our imaginations and seen
in movies.
     "Hey there, Coach Zimmer!" I said as the bulky potbellied zombie
wended his way closer. "As you can see, I've been working out since school
let out last spring. Now it's football season again and you know what? I
know how to tackle!"
     Zombies aren't that dangerous to anyone who's watching out. They're
slow, clumsy, awkward and stupid. The thing that had been Coach Zimmer just
stood looking at me dumbly as I ran toward him and tackled his filthy,
stinking living-dead carcass and threw him back into the display behind
him.
     Coach Zimmer lay sprawled across the piles of toilet paper, dazed by
the impact far beyond anything a regular human would experience, and I
said, "Well, Coach, I guess you've ended up where you always belonged,
seeing as how you've always been full of shit!"
     And I used my regular tactic on the prostrate body, I hit him with a
Baggie filled with gasoline (the weight of the gas caused it to burst on
impact, and followed that with a lit match just as he was trying to get up.
     "Fwoomph!" went the gasoline and the zombie that had been Coach Zimmer
flailed and growled in a mockery of pain and distress. It wasn't quite
right, the thing was still partly trying to get up and get to me so it
could eat me, while other parts of the same body was moving in distress at
being burned.
     "Come on, Coach, you can work out fast than that." I told the writhing
figure. "Come on, work it, work it, feel the burn!"
     The toilet paper was catching fire now and that sealed the zombie's
fate. It slumped down, enough of its body burned to make the muscles
ineffective. The rest of this small grocery store was going to go up with
it, but I didn't care. I'd already taken everything out of it I wanted; I'd
only come inside because I'd seen the figure moving inside it.
     Hoping it wasn't just another zombie. Please, not just another zombie,
maybe this time it would be a real person, someone. Anyone!
     That had helped me be nasty to Coach Zimmer, not that I hadn't hated
the bastard when he'd been alive. But if he had been alive, I would have
hugged him hard and never let go!
     Well, back to work, looking for the essentials. Clean food, clean
water, weapons. And people, if any were left. This city was running low on
food, on water, and on people. Oh, most definitely, low on people.
     I was really beginning to wonder if I was the only person left alive
in the world. There had been the radio signals in the past, four or five
people around the world had set up stations and broadcast the news and
asked for help. One in Buffalo, New York, one in Cleveland, Ohio, one in
Charleston, South Carolina, one in Dallas, two in Tucson...and me in Los
Angeles. I hadn't heard any of them in weeks now. I knew the one in
Charleston had been hit by a gang of zombies, because she'd been
broadcasting when they broke in on her. Those screams.... The others may
still be out there, it takes electricity and a working power station for a
radio broadcast. I hadn't had those to begin with, Los Angeles' power had
all been petroleum powered and I didn't know how to start it up again. But
they'd all stopped broadcasting.
     Maybe I should leave Los Angeles, I thought as I kept
searching. Trouble with Los Angeles was that it had had a lot of people in
it to start with. The zombie infection had spread here like everywhere
else, but it had had more people to have to get itself into.
     Near as we can tell, the zombie virus had been an honest attempt to
help cancer patients. If DNA could be sent into cancerous cells and replace
the defective DNA there, then it would end the cancer without radiation or
surgery. Trouble was, a real virus had managed to latch onto the designer
virus and pre-empt it. And since this other virus was able to reproduce at
will (which the designer stuff wasn't), it had set out to infect every
living human being around. Not that the government had felt it necessary to
tell us before the virus was a full-blown epidemic.
     For me it had been stories on the news program, then seeing a zombie
attacking someone, then more zombies and fewer people. Things had broken
down after that, no more school for me, no more buddies to hang out with at
the pizza parlor (no more pizza parlor), no more movies, no more police
keeping order, no more order, no more family. All in the course of about
ten days' time, from just another high school senior to living on my own.
     It had been hard at first, seeing people I knew as zombies, coming at
me with that lurching walk, that dead expression on their face, the moaning
grunt that was all they ever said. I could have gone crazy until one day I
realized that, if the virus had really replaced the DNA in every cell of
their bodies, it wasn't really them anymore, was it?
     The main trick with a zombie was not to get bitten by them, or let
them touch you on an open sore or anything like that. If the virus got
inside you, you were a goner. If it got inside you, you had two main
choices. One was to do yourself in someway that destroyed your body as much
as possible (say, jumping off a skyscraper), the other was to try to
pretend you'd be fine, really, you hadn't been infected, it couldn't happen
to you...in which case, in about twenty-four hours' time, you'd be a zombie
yourself. Or if the zombie could manage it, he might eat you enough to
spare you the fate he had suffered.
     I'd avoided that so far. I'd developed my trick of the
baggie-full-of-gas and the lit match, and gotten so good at it that I'd
avoided all contact with the undead. Tackling Coach Zimmer was something
I'd done only because (a) he had been wearing a thick overcoat and (b) I
wanted to make the sucker fall on his ass just once in my life.
     Hah! Over there! A small gas-and-grocery store that looked
untouched. I could hope that this one place hadn't been plundered already
by the people who hadn't been zombified immediately. It looked good from
outside. Locked up, in fact, but hell, a lock wasn't that big a problem
when there weren't any police to come arrest you for breaking and entering.
     I had to jimmy the door, but that didn't take all that long and I was
inside. The place was freaking full of stuff! Mostly things like candy bars
and potato chips, but hell, I was eighteen, that was ambrosia to me! And
they had a large stack of water, not to mention all the colas and beers in
the now-defunct refrigerator. I didn't dare get drunk (pass out and you
might wake up with a zombie munching on your arm), but if I rationed it....
     A shopping cart! Great! I could load it up and push it back to my
place. I'd fixed up a place with bars on the windows and doors. I usually
had to deal with a couple of zombies knocking on my door every morning, but
at least I could sleep or masturbate without suffering a case of
masturbatis interruptus.
     I chuckled to myself at my joke and concentrated on loading the
cart. Too intently, because when I got behind the cart to push it out the
door, I looked out and felt sick.
     Zombies. A dozen of them, or more! Shit! I couldn't fight off that
many! I should have been more careful, shit, the zombies can smell out the
living! They'd fucking smelled me, been congregating all the time I'd been
in the store!
     A back door? Did it have one and if it did, would I get through
whatever lock it had on it before they got in the door?
     They were getting in the door. My God! They'd gotten me, they'd
finally gotten me! I yelled the only thing I could think of. "Momma! Oh,
God, Momma, they got me! They got me! Momma!" Yelling for your mother isn't
the most manly thing you could do, but what the hell did I have to lose,
anyhow?
     And then came a roar of a car motor! Loud as a bastard, but I'd never
heard it coming over all the moaning zombies. Too busy thinking about them
finally getting me.
     But the vehicle (a large pickup) had a snowplow welded on front of it
and it slammed into the zombies and plowed them forward, and up against a
wall just beyond the gas pumps. Turned the zombies into many bags of
boneless jelly. The virus could reanimate bodies, but no body moves if
every bone is broken into several pieces. The entire building shook from
the impact.
     But the driver's action left only two zombies for me to deal with. I
got one with the gas-baggie-and-match trick, and the other one was all that
was left. This one had been a girl about fifteen years old before the virus
had infected her. Even now, now and then, that gets to you, I couldn't
bring myself to kill her just now, even if I would be doing the girl she'd
used to be a favor. I led her after me around a row of counters and back
toward the door, me still pushing my cart (If I was going to eat, I had to
have these groceries) and I was out the door, the girl zombie not far
behind me.
     "Behind you, doofus!" came the masculine yell. I looked behind to see
the girl zombie and behind her was....
     "Shit!" I screamed and dove to the side. And that's when the guy
played the flamethrower over the girl zombie's body. She fell, squirming. A
similar pyre was burning over where he'd plowed into the group of zombies
and plastered them against the wall.
     "Do you have a fucking death wish, or just fucking stupid?" the man
demanded of me.
     I was looking at my cart. "You took out my supplies, man!"
     "Screw that! Get in! Now!"
     "Huh?" I looked up at him. Young man but older than me, say in his
late twenties, big, gruff, mean-looking, even. He could have played "Dirty
Harry" any day of the week Clint Eastwood wanted a day off. "Why?"
     "Look that way!" he pointed.
     I followed his finger to.... "Holy shit!"
     A whole shitload of zombies was heading our way! I didn't argue
further, I just ran over to the passenger side and the door was open, I
jumped in and we peeled off. "Thanks!" I panted to my rescuer.
     "Don't mention it, only answer my question." He growled
     "What question?" I wanted to know.
     "Do you have a fucking death wish, or just plain fucking stupid?" he
repeated.
     When someone saves your life, he's entitled to ask you that
question. "It was a young girl, okay?" I said. "I could have outrun her."
Then I remembered those other zombies, the whole freaking pack of
them. They'd have caught me for sure with her behind me. "I never saw the
zombies moving together like that."
     "Where the fuck you been the last week?"
     "At my place." I said. I'd been staying in a lot, of course (when
death is outdoors, you stay indoors), but I'd run low on supplies. "I had
to get some supplies, or I'd still be there."
     "The zombies have come up with something new." the man
snarled. "They've started forming groups, tribes, clans, whatever you want
to call them. Working together. None of them have much brains, but when
they put those tiny brains they do got together, they begin to start making
sense."
     I chewed that over. "That's...bad."
     "You're fucking telling me." was his summation.
     I was quiet, then I asked after about two minutes. "So what are we
going to do?"
     He looked over at me. "Same thing as them. Band together. Two human
heads are better than two dozen zombie heads. Stay ahead of them long as we
can. Then get the hell out of this town. That's what I'm working on
now. Gathering supplies, getting a truck ready. I'm leaving the entire
fucking Los Angeles area." He looked over at me. "You can come along if
you'd like."
     "Yeah!" I said in a hurry. "You bet! Thanks!"
     "There are other people out there." he said. "I'm sure of it. We just
have to find them, gather them together, get them in one place. The zombies
have to eat human flesh, the virus does, that is, or it dies off. They'll
all die out if we can cut them off from what remaining human beings are
about, they'll eat each other until that wears out. We just wait them out
and then take back our cities and towns."
     I just listened, rapt. It had been so long since I'd had anything like
hope. I'd been just living for the last two months...God, had it only been
two months? Only two months? A lifetime ago, that's what it had been!
     His name was Carl, he was twenty-seven and had worked as a carpenter
before everything got zombiefied. I told him my name was Evan and I was
eighteen now and had been in high school before things went crazy. That
conversation took us to Carl's place, it was like mine, only he'd chosen a
small warehouse, which had only some small windows way up high, and filled
it with his supplies for his planned exodus, and the truck he was planning
to haul it all out there with. He'd have to make a dozen trips even with
the truck.
     "Welcome home." Carl told me when he took me to his living area. It
had been the employee lounge for the warehouse, I guess, but it had a
refrigerator, a hot plate (a generator supplied electricity for these two)
a working sink and shower in the bathroom, a small couch too small to sleep
on (a love-seat, that is) and a bed, the only item he appeared to have
brought into the place. "It's not much, but it's what we got until we move
out."
     "I'll be fine." I said. "I'm just glad to be here."
     I kept looking at Carl while we ate. A big, strong man. God, he had a
set of weights in this warehouse and he must have been using them for a lot
longer than the zombies had been around. Every move he made, his arms
flexed muscle in bulges, his shoulders rolled in large globes on either
side of his thick neck, his beard shadow only made him more masculine. If
I'd had a hundred men to pick from, having this man around to protect me
from the zombies was the one I'd choose! And now, he was here.
     His face was rough, but it fit him just right somehow. You don't find
a hero with a pretty face, much as Hollywood would like to put one
there. You find a face like his, a bit battered and roughened, but still
regular and solid. The eyes are the most prominent feature, they scanned
and evaluated everything around them at all times. He saw me staring at him
and he grinned, it looked good on him and I smiled back.
     "I'm sorry for staring." I said. "It's just... You're real. I mean,
you're human. I was starting to think I was the last."
     Carl considered this, then smiled, a more friendly look. "Me, too,
kid. Me, too."
     The zombies outside must have figured out where we were. They began
their nightly serenade outside the walls, banging and hitting. "Don't
worry. They can't get inside." Carl frowned. "Unless they figure out
how. But I have the generator hooked up to a burglar alarm, they break in,
it'll sound. We're all the way on the other side of the building from the
front gate, and I walled up the back door when I moved in."
     "You're sure?" I asked.
     "Sure as can be." he confirmed. "You can sleep sound."
     "Good." I looked around and realized. "Only...where do I sleep?"
     "There's a bedroll in the truck." he explained. "We can get you a
better bed tomorrow."
     "All right."
     Carl didn't turn out the light to get undressed. Just stood and began
to strip. I tried not to be caught staring, but I was going to stare even
if I did get caught. Part of that was just wanting to feast my eyes on
another living human being. The rest of it was wanting to feast my eyes on
him! He was stirring up emotions I had never really felt before. I'd dated
girls through school, stared at them as they walked, dreamed of them while
I slept, jerked off to pictures of them while I was awake and horny... But
never the real thing had come along for me on any of that. I had been
planning when I turned eighteen to go out and find a hooker and get laid if
I couldn't do anything else. The virus had stonkered that plan. After that,
I was too busy staying alive to even think about sex. Jerking off had
become a mechanical thing with no real fantasies attached to it. But
now...here.... Had I awakened some deeply-buried desires here?
     I feasted my eyes on Carl's body. The light turned his body a golden
light brown in color, and when he turned to me, pivoting so his upper body
was mostly facing me, his lower body was sideways, and the pose accentuated
every muscle on his upper body, biceps, pectorals, abs and thighs. He was
only wearing a pair of briefs, white regular briefs but too small a size
for him, they fit him in a way that made him look like he wasn't wearing
anything. His cock was outlined inside the briefs, fastened down but not
hidden...no, not hidden.
     "You going to get undressed, Evan?" he asked me.
     "Uh...yeah." I didn't realize I had stopped with my pants around my
ankles and my t-shirt half-lifted up. I concluded the motion and stepped
out of my pants and was wearing briefs same as him, only mine were bigger
and baggy and worn out. Not too clean, either.
     "Let's get to sleep. I want to get an early start tomorrow. The
zombies can't keep their bodies going all day and night without some sleep,
so those knocking at our gate will give up about three in the morning and
won't try to come back until ten o'clock or so. I want to be long gone by
then."
     "Sure." I said and I didn't flinch even when he reached over and
turned out our light, though I would rather have had it on.
     I had felt safe ever since that guy had come into my life. That sense
was fading away in the darkness and the strangeness of this room and the
sounds of the zombies outside the walls. The sounds they made hitting at
his steel bars was different than the lighter grade I'd used on my own
windows. Deeper, heavier...more ominous. Maybe these zombies had learned
how to use something besides their own hands, because I was using
steel-on-steel here, metallic, heavy...forbidding.
     I felt suddenly like I was a little kid again. Afraid of the things
that go bump in the night! And you have to admit, being the focus of a
group of flesh-eating zombies is plenty enough to be afraid of, little kid
or eighteen-year-old adolescent!
     An especially loud clang, and I was bolt-upright and sweating. I
didn't think, I just jumped up and raced over to Carl's bed, not even
saying anything, just lifting up the covers and climbing in with him,
holding to his body hard, shivering with fright.
     "Easy there, now, easy there!" he said, not fighting me off, just
holding me close. "One of them managed to hit the door itself. He couldn't
have hit it hard, just it makes that kind of noise when they do. He's not
going to get in. I promise you, they can't get in. It's why I settled here
instead of a house somewhere."
     I stopped shivering, hearing his deep masculine tones in the darkness.
     "Do you want the lights back on?" Carl asked me. "It'll use up our
gasoline faster, but we have plenty of it still."
     "That's okay. Just let me stay with you tonight." I whispered.
     He hesitated slightly. "Okay."
     "I know I'm acting like a child." I said. "But it's just so... It's
been too much for me, that's all. I hope you don't mind if I hang onto you
tonight. And maybe a few more nights, you know, just until I get used to
things. I've just been so afraid."
     "It's all right, Evan. I understand." Carl was breathing a little
harder.
     "Am I crowding you too much?" I asked.
     "No, it's not that." He heaved huskily.
     "Then what's wrong?"
     He suddenly moved, grabbing me, his lips kissed mine, hard! Hungry as
any zombie and his body was against mine and what I felt on one of my legs
was not a salami! I was surprised, and didn't really respond other than
some feeble struggles, and after a time, he let me go.
     "Sorry, kid." he whispered hoarsely. "Maybe you'd better sleep on the
bedroll after all. Or if you want, you can take the keys to the truck,
sleep on the seats, lock it. Or you could...."
     He stopped talking because I was kissing him back now. He didn't lay
there like I did, he began to really give me the kind of kiss I'd always
dreamed about but hadn't ever quite had. Oh, I'd kissed some girls, but
this all-out, no-holds-barred kiss, my first one was with Carl on that
night.
     The intensity between us was incredible. You have to feel like the
last person on Earth, only to find another person, to have that
intensity. The passion that brings you is not the passion of mere sexual
lust, it is more, much more. It is like you want to literally crawl inside
the other person, become them, own them. The closest you can get to doing
that...is sex. I'd settle for having sex with him.
     His arms were holding me like a vise, trying to crush me. The only
thing that saved me was when one of those arms slid down my back far enough
to find I had on my briefs; they immediately released me and grabbed my
waistband in both hands and yanked them downwards, hard.
     His greater size let him strip them down to nearly my knees with that
yank, and I took over then, peeled them on off. He did the same with those
skin-tight skivvies of his, skinning them down over his thick thighs and
off, an inconsequential oval of fabric off his legs, and tossed them onto
the floor alongside my own.
     The zombies continued their pounding on the steel grid that enclosed
the steel door that was the only entrance into this, our sanctum. Their
pounding on the steel matching the pounding in my veins as I again was
taken into Carl's arms and his lips again found mine. I again found myself
not holding back a bit, trying to push his body into mine, blocked by our
lips against each other. I pushed my tongue into him and he did the same to
me, and we settled for that ineffectual bit of intermingling of our bodies.
     My hand reached for and found his dong, oh, God, it was huge! I'd
known it inflated those small briefs of his, but this! It was all my
fingers could do to touch the tip of my thumb as it was wrapped around the
shaft. The length of it was more than my hand by a wide margin on both
ends. His hand caught my prong and circled it easily, only an inch on
either side gave him margin to jerk it for me. He did and I groaned
gratefully and did the same for him. My hand had to move up and down a lot,
enough to force me to move my entire arm to work it, but the groans he gave
to me in return were worth it.
     "Ah, ah, kid, yeah, kid, yeah!" Carl moaned as we pounded each other.
     "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh!" I responded.
     "Ah, ah, I want more, kid, I want more." Carl gasped.
     I understood that rather cryptic phrase of his, and I set out to give
him more. It required me to let go of that huge pud and begin to squirm
around. There was the feel of the blankets on top and below us (a rather
coarse blend of some kind, almost burlap-like in feeling), the darkness
that covered us more thoroughly than those wrinkled blankets could have,
and the relentless, unthinking, unreasonable pounding of the steel-on-steel
of the zombies outside our door. It all lent a rather surreal feeling to
this time, as I wormed my way around on the bed and brought that huge prick
up to my lips. The tip of it held the most exquisite nectar I'd ever
tasted, a slippery globe of pure male essence, it smeared and dissolved on
my tongue-tip and the flavor of it intoxicated me, I sank down upon that
thick glans and pushed it backwards over my tongue toward my tonsils.
     A softness touched my own dong, a warmth caressed my cockskin, a
wetness circled and slid down my shaft. Carl was sucking my dick! Oh, God!
     I moaned so loud I startled even myself. I sounded far too much like
the zombies now slugging away futilely at the door. I muffled it, shook
myself mentally and concentrated on sucking this man's cock. This other
man's cock! I wasn't alone any more, not any more! I could suck this cock
because it was on the only other man in the world. Maybe the whole world!
     Carl must have felt a lot the same way, for he was working my prick in
a way that was absolutely fantastic, he was taking my entire length (and
I'm not stubby despite what I said earlier, I had a solid seven inches)
into his mouth and throat, and holding it there, pulling it up slowly, it
was like he didn't need to breathe, had forgotten breathing in the delight
that we were giving each other.
     I could have done this forever, but after a time, Carl let go of me
and he was the one doing the moving, I rolled onto my back to see what he
was doing in the poor, feeble light that we had (he wasn't quite a form in
this light, more like a blackness slightly lighter than the blackness
around us) and he was crawling to get on top of me. It was until he grasped
my ankles, though, that I realized what he wanted.
     I was beyond denying him anything, anything at all. He lifted up my
legs, the poor virgin that I was, he got them locked firmly in the bends of
his elbows and his prong into position and with me looking right into the
vague form of his face (I could just see him in this darkness), he pressed
his glans up against my sphincter and began to push it inside me.
     "Oh, oh, God, oh!" I groaned as Carl's massive dong pushed into me. I
was feeling pain but not nearly the amount you'd think, my very soul wanted
him inside me, all the way inside me. He would need to crawl physically
inside my body for me to feel anything like satisfied.
     "Yeah, take it, kid, take it all!" Carl panted as he shoved it into
me. It felt like an unending mass pushing into me deeper, deeper, like he'd
keep pushing it into me until I was completely filled.
     God, this was what I wanted, I wanted this now, over and over again,
now and forever! "Oh, yeah, come on, give it to me, give it to me!"
     At some point in this, I felt the end of that schlong plowing into
me. "That's all of it, kid, you got it all!" Carl crowed.
     "Yeah, come on, fuck me, now, man, fuck me!"
     Carl began to move in and out of me, gently at first, then, when he
saw I wasn't doing anything but moaning in pleasure, he sped up. God, this
big, strong man, the only other man in the world, and he was fucking my
ass! "Yeah, yeah, God, yeah, harder, man, harder, come on, fuck me harder!"
     "You got it, kid," Carl began to pound my ass like it was so much
tough steak he was tenderizing. And I loved it all.
     "Oh, yeah, fuck me, oh, oh, oh!" I groaned.
     "Yeah, kid, oh, yeah, oh, oh, oh!"
     "Good, oh, yeah, oh, yeah, oh!"
     "Yeah, kid, oh, oh, oh, kid, oh!"
     "I... I... I... I'm coming, I'm coming!"
     "Kid, yeah, yeah, yeah!"
     "Oh, oh, ah, ah, AH-AH-HAH-AH-AH, GAH-AAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
     "Yeah, oh, oh, oh, kid, yeah, shit, here it comes, here it, oh, ah,
AGAH-AH-AH-HUHHHHHH!" Carl jammed his dong into me deep and held me pinned
while I sprayed my jizz all over his stomach, and his own prod creamed way
up inside me, the two of us locked together, mixing, blending, becoming
one, one person, the last person on Earth, oh, God, two of us became one!
     Sweating, Carl sagged down upon me and he panted lustily, moistly in
my ear. "Hot damn, kid, you are something special."
     "So are you." I agreed. "I'm really glad you found me."
     "So am I, kid, I...."
     And that was when the mother of all bells started ringing. Carl cursed
and fumbled for the light. Got it on! "Shit, kid, get up, now!"
     "What is it?"
     "My burglar alarm! The zombies have gotten through!"
     Carl didn't bother getting dressed, he raced out the door and snatched
one of those flamethrowers (he had three of them), and I followed, equally
heedless of my nudity. I mean, it wasn't like anybody human would be seeing
us.
     The zombies had brought up crowbars and other bars to use as levers
and they had broken in. Carl played his flamethrower over them in a broad
spray. Something they don't tell you about flamethrowers, they don't last
that long. Carl had them burning and a wall of flame and smoke on the
entire front half of the warehouse, but that was when his flamethrower
played out.
     I had another one of the flamethrowers with me. I was trying to figure
it out, how to use it, how to light it, but I gave that up in a
hurry. "Here!"
     "Forget it, kid! Get in the truck! Now!"
     We got into the truck, both of us naked, and drove out of there. I had
a bad moment when one of the zombies got hold of the door handle on my
side, but Carl drove us toward an electric pole and I opened the door and
we plastered that zombie against the pole.
     "What the hell are we going to do now?" Carl moaned as he cleared the
area and were driving. Zombies like coming out at night, I guess, for I saw
quite a number of them moving around in the lights of our truck.
     "There's my place for now." I said. "And we can find another place if
my place won't do for both of us." I paused. "Or we can take off for the
wild blue yonder right now. A small town has to have fewer zombies in it
than Los Angeles."
     "Yeah." Carl said. "A small town. We look it over real, real careful,
clear it out. Maybe that will work."
     "Maybe." I had my doubts. "But one thing is certain."
     "What?"
     I put my hand on his arm. "Whatever happens, we're in this together."
     Carl smiled at that and we drove on through the darkness. Somewhere
out there, among all the zombies, there had to be a place for us.

				  THE END
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