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VIN
pause and feel out into the open space.   
    “ Do you
think we could get some light?” VIN
asked.   
    Kosner realized VIN didn’t
have the night vision he had. He saw Santino walk around tables and
chairs over to a wall where he reached for a light switch, and his
hope diminished. It seemed that everything he had, Santino had as
well and more. Well, at least he could see in the dark and VIN
couldn’t. That was better than nothing.   
    “ You
couldn’t see, VIN?” Santino asked. He could see fine in the dark.
Everything was on a grayscale instead of pitch
black.   
    VIN’s eyes adjusted to the
light, and he saw that he was in a break room of some kind. “It was
pitch black man, like no one paid the light
bill.”   
    Santino found that odd. He
looked to Kosner, who seemed fine—he wasn’t blocking the room’s
light with his hands as VIN was doing. Santino realized Kosner
could do things VIN couldn’t, and VIN had abilities Santino had but
Kosner didn’t.   
    “ Let’s
just get the stuff,” Kosner said as he walked to a refrigerator.
“I’m starving. Like, eat-my-own-hand
hungry.”   
    He opened the fridge and
peered in. He saw old leftovers and a wrapped turkey sandwich.
“Yahtzee!” he proclaimed, then ripped open the sandwich and tore
into it.   
    Santino watched and waited
to see if maybe he could eat regular food instead of human
flesh.   
    “ Aargh . What the hell?” Kosner
frowned at the food. He sniffed it. “It smells okay.” He took a
bite from the other side of the sandwich and frowned again. “Okay,
the meat must be bad.”   
    “ What
does it taste like?” asked VIN.   
    Kosner grimaced. “Like
vinegar, and grass with a hint of salt and old, spoiled
eggs.”   
    VIN laughed. “Well, I
guess it’s like the guy said—only raw meat for
us.”   
    “ My name
is Santino,” he said.   
    “ Wow,
you know, this whole time I never even knew your name,” said Kosner
as he dropped the sandwich on the floor. He held his stomach and
made his way to the front of the building, into the main shopping
area. “Food’s on hold for a while. I’m not sure I want to just take
the teenager’s word on what I can and cannot
eat.”   
    Santino and VIN followed
Kosner into the store. Santino thought it looked creepy with all
the odd things hanging from the ceilings and walls. “Look at all
this old crap,” he said.   
    VIN darted from aisle to
aisle, looking for the men’s section.   
    “ Stay
away from the windows,” warned Santino.   
    “ They’re
over here guys,” Kosner yelled across the
room.   
    “ Sshhh,”
said VIN in a hushed voice. “I hear
something.”   
    Santino’s sixth sense
perked up, and he scanned the room for anything out of the
ordinary. He saw stairs leading up to a second level and a light
coming from a little room that seemed to be an
office.   
    VIN growled under his
breath. Someone was in the store, and that meant food. He hadn’t
let on how hungry he was because then he would have to believe that
Santino was telling the truth about eating people. That was his
last hope—that whatever he was, he was not a carnivore that preyed
on humans. But his mouth went right on salivating. His breathing
slowed down as he listened intently to what was going on upstairs.
He could hear music and voices. His empty stomach growled, and his
feet seemed as if they had their own mind. They led the rest of his
body toward the stairs. His eyes stayed focused on the room’s
light, never leaving their mark.   
    Santino smelled it too:
food. He saw Kosner try to sneak around the side to join VIN. Even
though he was hungry—starving even—he had to be smart about it. If
VIN or Kosner   mistakenly touched someone then that person too would turn
into a Phantom—unless they killed him, and that would lead to more
police, and Santino’s plan to stay off the grid would be ruined. He
would have to stop them before they went too far. They