We hooked up with this guy the second day, while we were being evac’d from the city. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure out how I knew him. Maybe he’d lived in the apartment building on Vineyard? Or maybe he’d worked for my dad one summer? It was eating at me.
Then, Thursday night, Jenny and I were sharing a sleeping bag up on the roof of some middle school, and suddenly I remembered: I’d gone to High School with the guy. I was going to go say something to him, but I remembered: the zombies got him Tuesday.
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