[i]Must be my lucky day,[/i] Corey thought as he counted up the contents of the wallet he had just snatched off a half-chewed corpse. [i]140 . . . 160 . . . 180.[/i] Corey smiled. "Well, that helps considering I was down to twenty bucks." He stuffed the wallet in his coat pocket and jumped back in his truck, grabbing his laptop from between the front seats and opened it up, punching in the password in the blink of an eye.

He opened the spreadsheet that contained the information he needed for finding his old customers, and the closest one was a guy he had sold his machete to, and he lived four miles away in an apartment complex. [i]Good thing I got the hundred and eighty. I'm going to have to do some driving to get these things back.[/i] He closed up the computer and shoved it down between the seats again, jumping from the passenger seat to the driver's seat and noticing the thing that was crossing the road.

Said thing at one point [i]was[/i] a dog. Not anymore. [i]Ugly thing,[/i] Corey thought as he started the vehicle and gunned the gas, smashing the creature into a montage of blood and fur all over the front of his vehicle. The windshield wipers flicked across his vision twice, and all that remained in his vision was a transparent red smear. Time to get a weapon back.