“Where’s Renée?”
“She isn’t with you?”
“No, I thought—”
“She was crying earlier in fresh produce. I thought I’d give her some privacy. When I came back from the back of the store she was gone; I figured she’d gone to find you.”
“You know better than to leave her alone. Buddy system, remember?What was she crying about?”
“How the fuck should I know? She was looking at all the rotten peaches, and she just broke out. I don’t know. She’s probably back in the truck.”
“Or she ran into trouble.”
“No zombies around here—”
“There’s people. Just as bad.”
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