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around the zombie as it got to its feet and started shambling towards the vehicle. The thrill killer put the car in drive and sped off back towards where he’d figured the flare had come from. He might be dying soon, but if Fitz and Gretchen were still alive it was his job to get them back to the city safely before he turned. Maybe they’d bash his skull for him once they got back to town, now that would be polite of them he thought to himself with a grim smile as he smoked and drove.

THRILL KILL THREESOME
     
    Ronnie picked up Fitz and Gretchen just outside the hardware store. They had a pack of walkers in pursuit, but the killers moved with a practiced grace when it came to leaping into the car while it was still moving. Ronnie turned the car around and was speeding back towards the city when he realized that Gretchen had been bitten on the thigh. The two of them locked eyes and the driver could see the knowing look in Gretchen’s expression. Ronnie turned toward Fitz, and the big man had nodded at the driver and showed the two bite marks on his left arm. Ronnie then slowed the car to a stop and pulled down his jacket to show the hole in his shoulder. The three of them sat in silence for a long time, ignoring the encroaching sounds of the massing zombie horde that moved through the ruins on the road towards them. The usual banter was all but gone, and they all knew that soon it would be time to die. A lone walker approached the car from the road ahead, and the three of them could see that it was Miranda.
     
    “Holy shit, is that who I think it is?” gasped Gretchen as she stood up in her seat to get a better view.
     
    “Looks that way,” said Ronnie, choosing not to enlighten his comrades about his recent sexual encounter with the zombie, that knowledge he had decided to take to his grave, “Crazy.”
     
    “Miranda. Wow, this is some real full circle shit right here,” said Fitz as he stepped out of the car hefting his crowbar.
     
    “No point in going home I guess,” said Gretchen as she watched Fitz walk towards Miranda.
     
    “Maybe this was always home,” muttered Ronnie as he watched Fitz approach Miranda, and the thrill killer managed to shut his eyes just before the crowbar obliterated Miranda’s beautiful dead face.
     
    “Well what should we do with our last moments in this miserable turd of a world?” growled Fitz with faux bravado as he accepted Gretchen’s offered cigarette and took a drag, “Wanna go kill some more of these assholes before we die?”
     
    “Nah, I think I’m done with that,” said Ronnie as he pulled a flask of liquor from his glove compartment, “I was saving this for a special occasion, might as well have it now.”
     
    The three of them emptied the flask within a few passes as they drank and smoked in silence. The sun was beginning its downwards arc, and the hard orange light played across Gretchen’s face as she looked back at the zombie horde that was only fifty or so yards from the car.
     
    “You guys remember that post office about ten miles from town, south of here?” asked Gretchen as she looked at the two men, “The fence is weak, but it locked, could buy us some time.”
     
    “Time for what?” asked Ronnie as he looked at the horde in his rearview mirror.
     
    “Time to fuck of course,” said Gretchen as she sat back down, “If I’m gonna die today I’d rather do it half-drunk and right after a three way with you two studs.”
     
    “Beats any plan I’ve got,” smiled Fitz as he climbed back into the car, “Let’s do it while we still can, who knows how fast this shit moves through our systems, it’s different for everyone.”
     
    Ronnie nodded silently and threw on his blinker to signify a left turn, which drew laughter from both Fitz and Gretchen. They made small talk as they drove, recalling fondly their old friends, favorite music, and muscle cars. Soon they were inside the post office compound, and sure enough the fence held against