"Hmmm," Rachael says. "I don't know. I've always found it pretty sleazy that you cheat on your wife."

"What? I was cheating on her with you."

She shrugs. "So. Still sleazy."

"But... I saved your life."

"Yeah, that was cool. Thanks."

You just stare.

Finally she makes a face and says, "Okay, fine, here's the real problem. Before, you were a man of power. You were the VP of supply-chain-management. But here, you're just like anyone else. And that shit's not gonna get my pump primed, know what I'm saying? It's basic physics when you get right down to it."

She pats you on your shoulder. "Hey, buck up, there are plenty of single women in their forties in this place."

The thought makes you double over, barely containing the nausea. Later that night, despondent, you leave the protected compound on foot and let the fucking zombies kill you.

Women your own age... Christ...


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