Room 508, Tuesday Afternoon

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Kathy was hunched over her computer, muttering to herself. "Raven, what the hell? Don't wander off! No, get back--Dante, how do you have dysentery? Again?! No, I am not stopping this car, there are too many--Dammit, Ringo, how did you break your arm?! Were you AT-ing during the zom--DANTE YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE, YOU JERK! Anders, you're a goddamn magic-user, heal somebody! OH MY GOD, DON'T MAKE ME TURN THIS CAR AROUND AND DRIVE BACK TO THE NUKES, SO HELP ME!" A moment of quiet and then, "Hey! Somebody stole my last battery!"

Someone had discovered Organ Trail on Facebook. And had foolishly decided to play using the names of her friends. And had nearly decided to give up on this carful of people and try again. Surely Kira and Ezra would be more sensible during the zombie apocalypse.

"Raven! I said not to wander off! Great! Now you're dead and I have to start over!" Kathy didn't believe in leaving anyone behind. Even in the pixelated apocalypse.

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"Made out of sheep's intestine," Kathy said, wrinkling her nose. "Not sure how many sheep we'll have left or who knows how to make 19th century condoms from them."

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"You think a plastic bag could work for it?" Dante mused. Because these were the important questions in a zombie invasion, obviously.

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Hey, not getting knocked up or and STD during the zombie apocalypse were both very important goals!

"Or Saran Wrap," Kathy mused. "Though you'd have to hold it pretty tightly." She grinned at him. "So your survivor commune might have trouble finding enough food to feed everyone, but it would have all the condoms and birth control in the surrounding three counties."

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"That's why you don't let every jackass who shows up at your doorstep into the place," Dante pointed out. "Less food you're gonna need."

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"Less help you'll have, fighting off zombies and other survivors," Kathy said. "You think people are going to become any better once the world's ended?"

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"I can take care of myself," Dante said.

He flopped back on the bed. "That's the important part."

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Kathy sighed at him. Loudly. "I hope I never break a limb or get sick or anything. I'd hate to get tossed out on my ass because I was temporarily out of commission."

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"You get sick days," Dante decided.

Very giving of you, kid.

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Kathy clasped her hands together and batted her lashes at him. "Oh Dante, you do care," she said with all the irony she could summon.