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and bit me, must have had the zombie virus in him. I don’t know if he was trying to eat me or not, but I threw him across the room to get him away from me. At that point the party was over and the little fuck-faces went home.”
    “I can see you’re a kid person,” Clarence interjected.
    “That’s what my wife says. I love the little pukes. They’re like little sweet meat treats. Ju-veal-niles! Man I crack myself up. Tough to catch, though.”
    I could hear Clarence retching as he thought about me eating children.
    “Hey, I didn’t always eat them!” I shouted indignantly. “The kid turned me into a zombie.”
    “Wait! You’re a zombie? Zombies think?”
    “I’m getting to that if you would just shut up. The zombie is really a virus or something. It has a consciousness, sort of. Pretty rudimentary, really only concerned with eating for the most part. He…it…came after me when it was taking me over. I thought I was going insane.”
    “You sure you weren’t already? You sound plenty insane to me,” Clarence whimpered.
    “Hey, man, you weren’t there. I was huddled in my mind, much like I’m huddled in yours right now, and I could hear him coming for me. I fought with everything that I was to hold onto my...self, I guess. Me and Hugh.”
    “Hugh?”
    “I named him.”
    “You named the zombie?”
    “I named the thing that made the zombie. Anyway, me and Hugh came to an agreement. He would stop trying to kill me and I would help him in his quest.”
    “You mean to eat? You help the zombie to eat?”
    I thought about it. “Yeah, that’s pretty much it.”
    “How could you? You’re killing innocent people.”
    “Listen, Clarinet, this thing took over my body. I couldn’t do shit except watch. I watched as he ate my date.”
    “You said you were married.”
    “I get around. Then I watched as it ate my dad.”
    “Your dad?”
    “Don’t worry, he was an asshole. And after he was finished with him we were stuck in my apartment with nothing to eat. Hugh was screaming bloody murder and we were SO hungry. Stupid shit couldn’t even open a door.”
    “How’d you get out then?”
    “I opened the door for him.”
    “You let that monster loose on the world?” Clarence asked as he looked down on my used up body.
    “What choice did I have? He was locked in the apartment and I was locked in my own damn head. He was driving me insane with his moaning for food. I told him to give me control of my hand back and I opened the door so he could feed.”
    “And that’s it?”
    “Hell no. He was still stupider than dirt. He kept finding ways to get himself shot. I promised him food if he let me direct the ship.”
    “You’re sick!” Clarence screamed.
    “DON’T YOU JUDGE ME! He was in MY body. If he got shot…I got shot. And you know what? I didn’t want to get fucking shot, plain and simple.”
    “So you valued your life over all others?”
    “Sure I did. Who’s more important to me, than me? That’s a stupid friggin’ question.”
    There was an uneasy silence between us. I didn’t like having my morals (or lack thereof) challenged, and I would imagine Claude didn’t like being pregnant with me. Another case of unplanned childhood. A little protection goes a long way.
    Chlamydia hadn’t moved in a while. We were still pretty much in the same place we had met. Sometimes he would look at the sky, sometimes in the direction his sweetheart had gone. Every blue moon or so he would glance over at my prone form and shudder. But he didn’t move, not much anyway. Sometimes he would get down on his haunches and that would be about it.
    “What are you doing? Why don’t you go find a nudie magazine that we can look through at least?”
    “I don’t feel so good,” he answered right before he leaned over and puked.
    “What did you eat? Borscht?” I asked him as I looked at the voluminous jets of bile being spewed on the ground.
    I thought I was being witty. He sounded pissed when he told me to