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“Fortunately, Dallas takes pity on me and gives me a little tutorial, walking me through the first scene of the game, letting me get used to turning and shooting and punching and all that good stuff.

He also lets me have all the health bonuses we find. Not to mention the ammo.

"Told you I'd always protect you," he says with a grin.

I smile back but, honestly, his words make me a little melancholy. And when he looks sideways at me with a crooked smile, I know he realizes it.

"Should I apologize?"

I shake my head and grab a handful of popcorn. "Just play."

He does, and since we're partners against the zombie horde, I can't actually say he beats me. What I can say is that I died four times in the first fifteen minutes, and by minute seventeen Dallas is laughing his ass off.

"Do I need to tell you how pathetic you are at this game?"

"You really don't," I say as the screen flashes death number five.

"Remind me to come rescue you when the zombie apocalypse happens. Without me, you're zombie food.”
― J. Kenner, Dirtiest Secret