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 Empty eyes, shuffling forward, looking at you with only hunger in their gaze. They were silent a moment ago, when they first saw you out here, scavenging as cautiously as you could on the empty, debris-lined street, and the only sound you heard when they began to approach you was the scrape of their dead feet on the dirty pavement below them.  But now they’re beginning to sound their familiar call, a low guttural moan, almost weary-sounding.  First one, then another, and another pick up the cry: a ragged figure in a shredded business suit and half its spoiled and rotting face missing; a purple, bloated thing waddling slowl

Gary said, "Would you like me to drive?" Moira pulled a wind-blown strand of copper-colored hair from a corner of her full, red mouth. Smiling, she answered, "Nope." "Hokay," Gary said, and leaned the passenger seat back and closed his eyes. Moira looked at him, then at the road, and then back at him, her smile slipping.  "Don't tell me you're going to take a nap." Gary kept his eyes closed.  "Too damn hot not to." Moira faced the long length of blacktop unwinding in front of them and said, "Don't take a nap, stay up and talk to me.  What if I start getting drowsy?" Gary sighed.  After a second, he opened his eyes and sat up.  "