After a snort of exasperation: "Well of course there isn't any here. The place has been picked clean. Looters got whatever they—" Harvey gestured at the now-motionless zombies sprawled across the floor "—didn't break."
Gus shrugged. "Try someplace else?"
"I know a shop a few miles from here. Around the back of a strip mall. Never did very well. They might have gotten missed…"
"Plenty of beer back at—"
"You can drink all the beer you want," Harvey said patiently. "I only drink Glenlivet 25. And I'm going to keep searching until I find some."
"Your call, boss."
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