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nodded.
    “Did you have to -”
    “I don’t want to talk about it,” he murmured, cutting her off.
    “Sorry.”
    Kala watched Sophie happily munch on the candy bar and leaned her head back against the chair. She was suddenly very tired, the adrenaline rush of this morning was wearing off, being replaced by the crash that always followed. She set her axe across her lap and touched her pocket, to make sure her car keys were safely in there.
    “Here,” Dylan said, handing her two cotton balls that smelled like bleach. He had dragged a jug of the foul smelling liquid from the pile of junk.
    “What?”
    “Wipe off your weapon before you get one of us sick.”
    “Oh, good idea.” Damn good idea, she thought. It wasn’t often someone outthought her. She took the offered cotton balls and cleaned the blood off the blade and spike of her axe, so if she accidentally poked herself she wouldn't end up a zombie freak.
    “Thank you,” she said, and replaced the axe on her lap. “Have some of the peanuts honey, the protein will be good for you.” She noticed that Sophie had been nosing into her bag. Sophie smiled at her. Nice white person, she thought, and chuckled again. It was quiet except for the sound of Sophie's snack wrapper crinkling, and Kala’s eyes closed. Just for a minute she told herself, and then sleep took her.
    Sleep took her but was not kind. She woke in a dream, in her old bedroom. Her posters still adorned the walls, and her desk was there, with its long row of books and tech manuals. A light was left on the desk, next to her microscope. There was a butter container there, too. The butter container moved, thumping on the desktop. Kala approached and picked up the container, feeling its resident jumping around inside. This was the container where she had trapped and killed the big spider, the one that almost attacked Abigail. How could it still be alive?
    Then she heard a squeaky voice calling out her name, it was coming from inside the butter container. What the hell?
    “Kala help me please, please Kala help me,” the little voice said. She absently removed the top of the brown butter container and looked in. The big orange and black spider was there, it was moving around on its long angular legs. Then it looked up at her, right into her eyes, and Kala dropped the container. It clunked to the desk, and the spider crawled out. It stood on its hind legs and gawked at her.
    “Kala,” the small voice came from the spider. “Kala, why did you kill me?” The spider’s horrible little hairy face started changing, then melted into the face of her father.
    Daddy.
    “Kala, why did you shoot me Kala? I’m your father.”
    “You were going to kill Abbie!” she cried. “You killed Lukie.”
    “I never would have hurt you Kala, you didn't have to do it.”
    Tears were pouring down her face now and her chest started hitching.
    “Give me a kiss, Kala,” the father spider said, opening its chelicerae wide until a black hole emerged, it was its mouth. Then the spider jerked, wretched, and started regurgitating something. No, no, stop, no!
    Kala was trying to cry out but her voice did not work. The object being regurgitated grew larger and larger. No no no! Kala tried to run but her feet had been sewn into the carpeting. At last the spider finished its regurgitation of her brother, who lay in the fetal position on top of her desk. His eyes were open but still and cloudy, and part of his head was caved in where he had struck the wall. Kala couldn't breathe from the enormous pressure in her chest and the constant stream of tears pouring down her throat and face. At last she opened her mouth and loosed a crazed, piercing scream. Over and over she screamed. God save me, god make this end!
    “Kala! Kala! Kala!” Dylan was on top of her, staring her dead in the eyes from only inches away. One of his large hands was clamped over her mouth. “Kala, shut up! You're going to bring them all here!”
    “Oh my god,”