Well, shit. Not only that, the news spread like I'd won the lottery. The only good thing was that I heard right away from two friends who had been in ...he same boat, then dumped overboard. I had gone through elementary school, then middle school with Madison and Cindy, and we were always pretty good friends. Have I mentioned that I'm a guy? Ben, I'm sixteen, so are Mad and Cindy, we'll both be Juniors in the Fall. We're still good friends and Madison invited Cindy and me over to her house to. A dead one shambled out from behind the store and moved towards them, still a safe distance away, but alarming, since she foolishly thought that they couldn't breach the fence. Involuntarily, she took a step backward, towards the strange man. She still hadn't gotten used to seeing corpses lurch hungrily at her, and, despite her misgivings, apparently her subconscious found him to be a safer alternative than facing a zombie with her bare hands.“You really don't have a knife or anything?” he. I drove straight home, guzzled my last half bottle of wine, and laid on my bed and cried myself to sleep.When I woke up I was a mess. What had I done? It was 5PM Sunday and I didn't have much to do for school Monday. I decided to spend my last $20 on a bottle of rum. A good buzz always made life a bit less gloomy. I was pretty sure Ashley wouldn't rat me out to mom. At least I hoped not. To the store!Returning with my rum I poured a healthy bit into a large glass with some Coke and ice, and sat. "Come on Sean. Back to sleep. We'll talk in the morning."Sean definitely looked kind of blinky, but with Danny sort of kneeling the guy definitely noticed the state of affairs and was not having it. Sean sat up and grabbed Danny's hands, stopping him. He looked up into Danny's face."What about you?" What about me?" Danny scrubbed a hand through his hair, frowning. "Look don't worry about me." No way. I got off. It's your turn." Sean reached down and stroked Danny. Danny shivered."Do you want me.