16
I am standing in the parking lot of the Piggly Wiggly where this all started.
But this time, Alaric and Zahara are at my side. I squeal. “Home sweet home,” I say.
Alaric looks around. “Charming,” he says to me in a tone which means he thinks it’s anything but.
“Look, I know it’s a shithole, but it’s my shithole.” I tell him, hands on hips.
“No,” he says hastily. “It’s great…I love the…” He looks around. “Pikes of rotting corpses.”
Well, that’s new. Decorating the parking lot are about ten bodies on spears. They’re in various states of decomposition. Each wears a leather vest. “What the s**t happened here?” I ask.
“We gotta check in the store. My friend Carl ran it.” I grimace, hoping he’s not on a pike behind the counter.
The automatic door slides open for me as I walk in, which
