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〃I'm getting popcorn。 Do you want any?〃 

〃No; thanks。〃 

Someone shushed us from behind。 

I took my time at the concession counter; watching the clock and debating what percentage of a 
niyminute movie could be spent on romantic exposition。 I decided ten minutes was more than enough; 
but I paused just inside the theater doors to be sure。 I could hear horrified screams blaring from the 
speakers; so I knew I'd waited long enough。 

〃You missed everything;〃 Jess murmured when I slid back into my seat。 〃Almost everyone is a zombie 
now。〃 

〃Long line。〃 I offered her some popcorn。 She took a handful。 

The rest of the movie was prised of gruesome zombie attacks and endless screaming from the 
handful of people left alive; their numbers dwindling quickly。 I would have thought there was nothing in 
that to disturb me。 But I felt uneasy; and I wasn't sure why at first。 

It wasn't until almost the very end; as I watched a haggard zombie shambling after the last shrieking 
survivor; that I realized what the problem was。 The scene kept cutting between the horrified face of the 
heroine; and the dead; emotionless face of her pursuer; back and forth as it closed the distance。 

And I realized which one resembled me the most。 

I stood up。 

〃Where are you going? There's; like; two minutes left;〃 Jess hissed。 

〃I need a drink;〃 I muttered as I raced for the exit。 

I sat down on the bench outside the theater door and tried very hard not to think of the irony。 But it was 
ironic; all things considered; that; in the end; I would wind up as a zombie。 I hadn't seen that one ing。 

Not that I hadn't dreamed of being a mythical monster once—just never a grotesque; animated 
corpse。 I shook my head to dislodge that train of thought; feeling panicky。 I couldn't afford to think about 
what I'd once dreamed of。 

It was depressing to realize that I wasn't the heroine anymore; that my story was over。 

Jessica came out of the theater doors and hesitated; probably wondering where the best place was to 
search for me。 When she saw me; she looked relieved; but only for a moment。 Then she looked irritated。 

〃Was the movie too scary for you?〃 she wondered。 

〃Yeah;〃 I agreed。 〃I guess I'm just a coward。〃 

〃That's funny。〃 She frowned。 〃I didn't think you were scared—I was screaming all the time; but I didn't 
hear you scream once。 So I didn't know why you left。〃 

I shrugged。 〃Just scared。〃 

She relaxed a little。 〃That was the scariest movie I think I've ever seen。 I'll bet we're going to have 
nightmares tonight。〃 

〃No doubt about that;〃 I said; trying to keep my voice normal。 It was inevitable that I would have 
nightmares; but they wouldn't be about zombies。 Her eyes flashed to my face and away。 Maybe I hadn't 
succeeded with the normal voice。 

〃Where do you want to eat?〃 Jess asked。 

〃I don't care。〃 

〃Okay。〃 

Jess started talking about the male lead in the movie as we walked。 I nodded as she gushed over his 
hotness; unable to remember seeing a nonzombie man at all。 

I didn't watch where Jessica was leading me。 I was only vaguely aware that it was dark and quieter now。 
It took me longer than it should have to realize why it was quiet。 Jessica had stopped babbling。 I looked 
at her apologetically; hoping I hadn't hurt her feelings。 

Jessica wasn't looking at me。 Her face was tense; she stared straight ahead and walked fast。 As I 
watched; her eyes darted quickly to the right; across the road; and back again。 

I glanced around myself for the first time。 

We were on a short stretch of unlit sidewalk。 The little shops lining the street were all locked up for the 
night; windows black。 Half a block ahead; the streetlights started up again; and I could see; farther down; 
the bright golden arches of the McDonald's she was heading for。 

Across the street there was one open business。 The windows were covered from inside and there were 
neon signs; advertisements for different brands of beer; glowing in front of them。 The biggest sign; in 
brilliant green; was the name of the bar—OneEyed Pete's。 I wondered if there was some pirate theme 
not visible from outside。 The metal door was propped open; it was dimly lit inside; and the low murmur 
of many voices and the sound of ice clinking in glasses floated across the street。 Lounging against the wall 
beside the door were four men。 

I glanced back at Jessica。 Her eyes were fixed on the path ahead and she moved briskly。 She didn't look 

frightened—just wary; trying to not attract attention to herself。 

I paused without thinking; looking back at the four men with a strong sense of déjà vu。 This was a 
different road; a different night; but the scene was so much the same。 One of them was even short and 
dark。 As I stopped and turned toward them; that one looked up in interest。 

I stared back at him; frozen on the sidewalk。 

〃Bella?〃 Jess whispered。 〃What are you doing?〃 

I shook my head; not sure myself。 〃I think I know them…〃 I muttered。 

What was I doing? I should be running from this memory as fast as I could; blocking the image of the 
four lounging men from my mind; protecting myself with the numbness I couldn't function without。 Why 
was I stepping; dazed; into the street? 

It seemed too coincidental that I should be in Port Angeles with Jessica; on a dark street even。 My eyes 
focused on the short one; trying to match the features to my memory of the man who had threatened me 
that night almost a year ago。 I wondered if there was any way I would recognize the man; if it was really 
him。 That particular part of that particular evening was just a blur。 My body remembered it better than my 
mind did; the tension in my legs as I tried to decide whether to run or to stand my ground; the dryness in 
my throat as I struggled to build a decent scream; the tight stretch of skin across my knuckles as I 
clenched my hands into fists; the chills on the back of my neck when the darkhaired man called me 
〃sugar。〃… 

There was an indefinite; implied kind of menace to these men that had nothing to do with that other night。 
It sprung from the fact that they were strangers; 
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