I saw his body go rigid as he raised his chin and swallowed hard. “Dude, I’ll scream. Someone will hear me.”

            I shook my head, trying to find the right words to convince him I wasn’t some kind of psychopath, that I wasn’t threatening to murder him. But how do you explain to a seventeen-year-old would-be beer thief that the reason you only communicated with anyone through email and text message was because every person you came into contact with died a horrible, gory death within hours of leaving your side?

            “Just let me finish the story. Let me at least explain to you everything you’...

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