I walk up the aisle to grab a couple granola bars. I hate those damn things but they have no expiration date. Not really. My hippie mom used to put them in my lunch box when I was a kid. Tofu too. Nastiest shit ever created. I don’t think human flesh and brains were on the menu for her when she was alive. Now, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t care.

Stone (or is it Sloan?) and the skinny kid are talking as I walk up. They stop mid sentence, all conspiratorial like, as I grab a couple oat & honey bars. I nod and walk back toward the front of the store. They start whispering to each other again as I reach the end of the aisle. What the hell was that all about? Who knows.

Everyone is acting flaky. That chick sitting in the corner hasn’t stopped sobbing and crying since we found her. She’s completely hysterical. I’ve thought about shooting her in the head, put her out of her misery. But the do-gooders would go apeshit. Maybe I should shoot them too. Either way, I need to get out of here.