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remains.
    A
tight knot formed in my chest.
    “This
has to be a nightmare.”
    Jeff
stepped beside me. “It’s real bro. You were right. We are crap deep in the
Zombie Apocalypse.”
    “Duh,
guys! We need to GTFO!” Dave said. “We need to find food, weapons, medical
supplies, and more food!”
    Jessie
appeared on my other side and slipped her hand into mine. “Where can we go to
be safe?”
    I
couldn’t lie to make her feel better. “There is no ‘safe’ anymore if this is
really it; the ZPoc .”
    “Attention,
my teenage friends!” Wesley announced. “For I have decided, with the kindness
of my heart, that I’m inviting you to my safe house!”
    I
turned. “Why aren’t you there already, moron?”
    “Hey!
He just saved your life.” Tiffany barked.
    “On
accident, I bet!”
    Wesley
patted the air. “Now, now, I’m sure he didn’t mean to call his hero a moron!”
    “You’re
not a hero!” I said. “You didn’t know I was there!”
    “You’d
be surprised what I know.” Wesley chuckled.
    “What
the hell were you doing anyhow?” Dave asked.
    “Um
duh, killing zombies!” he pointed to his hat. “See the Fedora? The feather is
red with the blood of zombies!”
    “I
saw that hat on sale at the hipster store in the mall,” I countered.
    Wesley
glanced to the side. “Hell nah. Blood. Enemies. Believe it.”
    A
long moan reached us from the street below. The flattened old man stood, his
arm severed, and his entrails hanging to the sidewalk.
    “There’s
no time for this.” Dave stomped his foot. “There are goddamn zombies
everywhere!”
    He
spoke truth. The number of moans increased. Our raised voices had attracted
unwanted attention.
    Wesley
drew his twin pistols and thrust his wrists forward. From inside his sleeves
came ammo clips. He crossed his arms in a quick motion and popped the
cartridges into place.
    “Hold
on,” He said, walking to the edge. “I’m about to get a new achievement; being a
badass again.”
    Jeff
grabbed his collar. “You mean achievement; the suicidal idiot.”
    “Yeah,”
Dave said. “Show us the safe house first. Then feel free to get yourself eaten.”
    Tiffany
smacked Dave in the back of the head. “No one is getting eaten.”
    “Ow!”
Dave whined. “You’re abusive; ya know that?”
    “C’mon,”
Wesley pulled away from Jeff. “Let me do my job so that I can brag to the
others.”
    I
crossed my arms. “What’re you, part of some secret zombie slaying army?”
    “Uh,
no, that would be stupid,” He said. “I would have been pretty bored until not
that long ago. Given there were no zombies.”
    “Then
you’re secret service?” Jessie asked.
    For
all I cared he could have been a billionaire, vigilante.
    I
nearly fell over when I heard his answer.
    “I’m
a game designer!”
    I
snapped. “A gamer? We’re gamers, and we can't do what you just did! Have you
been preparing since you were in diapers or something?”
    “Haven’t
we all?”
    The
moans came from just under the roof. They were amassing, waiting for their
buffet.
    “Here!”
Wesley thrust a pistol into my hand, and then the other into Jeff’s.
    I
fumbled with the weapon. “What's this for?”
    Wesley
drew his shotgun and walked to the opposite end of the roof.
    Tiffany
took the pistol from my hand. “Give me that! I need some points too!”
    I
groaned. “This is not a game! We’re not ready for this!”
    “I’m
more prepared than a wet-behind-the-ears noob !”
Tiffany threw a glare my way.
    “I’m
not a noob !” I said.
    Jeff
shrugged, following Tiffany and Wesley.  
    Dave
patted me on the back. “Don’t worry; we’ll protect you!”
    “I
don’t need protecting!”
    Jessie
stayed beside me, trembling. “I never thought this would happen.”
    “The ZPoc ?” I asked.
    “Zombies
are unreal.”
    “Don’t
be afraid,” I put my hand on her shoulder. “I’ll protect you.”
    “I’m
not afraid,” a small smile curled at the corners of her