I knew it was a psychic gift and that psychic gifts don't have feelings and don't carry grudges, but sometimes, it felt like this one did. My stage name, and no. We'll cover him, you pat him down. He wasn't looking at me.
The night was clear and bright, and as I left the city proper behind, stars studded the sky like someone had spilled a bag of diamonds across the velvet of it. I leaned into him, and he leaned back. I wasn't in control anymore. Walking corpses little better than zombies, but they take blood instead of meat, and they don't rot.
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