My stage name, and no. We'll cover him, you pat him down. He wasn't looking at me. The night was clear and bright, and as I left the city proper behind, stars studded the sky like someone had spilled a bag of diamonds across the velvet of it.
I leaned into him, and he leaned back. I wasn't in control anymore. Walking corpses little better than zombies, but they take blood instead of meat, and they don't rot. I wanted to free that struggling, quivering thing.
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