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he locked himself in the holding cell he would starve. He could see the keys hanging on the wall at the beginning of the corridor. Idiot! Now Nate wasn’t sure which fate would be worse, being eaten or starving to death. Why me?
    He shouted at the top of his lungs.
    “ Why me!”
    Jeanine shuffled closer his way as Nate pulled the barred door further inward. Jeanine stopped, turned and entered the other cell. He stood transfixed as she looked through him. Huh? The light from the small window in the back of the jail cell displayed the scene as she reached over for his soda bottle sitting on the cot. He couldn’t feel his legs as he watched her pick it up. Shut the door idiot!
    He didn’t remember what happened next, fear and adrenaline wiped out his thoughts. Something slammed shut with a loud bang. He had her trapped inside. She didn’t seem to notice a thing.
    “ Num-Num ….”

 
    CHAPTER 6
     
     
    The other side of the phone line rang again and again. If it wasn’t ringing, it was a busy signal. Everything in the town was dead except for the phone lines. Nate sat in a recliner, propping up his aching leg. A dead television screen sat before him. A breeze billowed through the sheer curtains in the small home he occupied near the jail. Days had passed since he had locked Jeanine in the cell. He wanted to leave the town, but couldn’t. He was too scared and his leg wasn’t getting better.
    He loosened the bandages around his knee. That’s bad. The gash was infected, swelling his leg. His gout had flared up, making things worse. His barefoot was fat like a pillow. He shut the recliner, grimacing at the jolt, and slipped on a red flip-flop he had taken from the convenience store. He grunted as he stood. Using the soft ball bat as a cane, he hobbled over to the front door, opening it into the rising morning sun.
    The sounds of birds chirping filled the air.
    “ Huh.”
    No dogs lay at the door. The bowl of food he set out was empty.
    “ Time to feed my girlfriend, I guess,” he said, hobbling back down the street.
    The ball bats head echoed off of the concrete sidewalk as he went. He never felt so alone and trapped. Things were perfect a few months ago. There was a good job waiting for him once he finished his masters. He had a fine looking wife lined up too. Now she was a zombie, along with the rest of the world. He wondered if he was the last man on earth and if he’d ever have Taco Shell again.
    He had patched his leg up the best that he could, but the pain was a constant reminder his purgatory wasn’t over yet. What did I do to deserve this? He didn’t have it in him to search for more medicine, and the town pharmacy was bare. Despair addled his brain as horrors lived in his sleep. He searched for a vehicle, but all he had was a bike. He couldn’t bend his leg now, and could barely stand the pain. His entire purpose was to feed Jeanine her Fountain Dew, and hope somebody from the living swung by on a golden chariot. Anything would do.
    The sheriff’s depot was in sight just a couple blocks away. It would take forever to get there. He was looking inside the window of a bank thinking he could rob it. There was a pawn store too, no guns and no ammo. He moved on. Why am I doing this? He tried to think of things he didn’t like about Jeanine. Being a zombie was the main thing, that and beating him at foosball. Her snorting laugh was annoying, but her giggles were cute.
    “ This time I’m gonna do it. I can do it. I can kill her. I’ll — kill — it!”
    He tried to think of the last thing he killed. His face was a knot of concentration. I killed a squirrel with a pellet gun once. Oh …
    “ Yeah, I killed zombies.” Those zombies had been friends and family. He could see their ghoulish faces coming after him. He killed them … so why couldn’t he kill Jeanine? Maybe it was because the bat seemed like such an inhumane device. It was also a symbol of the best times they had together on the softball