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Unrequited
Unrequited
Unrequited
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Unrequited

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"It was our second date when the world ended."
Unrequited is a love story...with zombies.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherKyle Garret
Release dateSep 1, 2011
ISBN9780615532721
Unrequited
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Kyle Garret

Kyle Garret is the author of "I Pray Hardest When I'm Being Shot At," available everywhere from Hellgate Press. Kyle was born and raised in Kent, Ohio, and attended Ohio University where he received his Master’s degree in Creative Writing. He now lives in Danville, California, with his wife, Nicole, and their two cats. He is currently finishing work on a novel and a young adult book.

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    Unrequited - Kyle Garret

    Unrequited

    By Kyle Garret

    Copyright © 2011 by Kyle Garret

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    Cover art by Roger Flemingwww.heyroger.com)

    Also available by Kyle Garret:

    I Pray Hardest When I’m Being Shot At

    www.iprayhardest.com

    For more, please visit www.kylegarret.com or follow Kyle at www.twitter.com/kylegarret

    This book would not have been possible without the support and encouragement of my family and friends, too numerous to name here, so I’ll just stick with big groups: my family (blood related and not), the Kent kids, the Oak St. kids, those choice few in Atlanta and Los Angeles, the teachers who gave me weird looks but passed me anyway, anyone I’ve ever shared a basement with, shared a classroom with, or shared a drink with, the writers who make me jealous, and, of course, the girl from my short stories.

    Thank you.

    It was our second date when the world ended.

    This was someone’s basement once. There’s a washer and a dryer down here and if the power were still working I’m sure we could use them. The fact that the shower upstairs worked was blessing enough. My clothes might not be clean, but at least my skin smells better.

    Sophy brought a few things down from the bathroom. She found a compact. She found some make up. It’s still light out enough for her to put it on. She’s just kind of sitting there, compact in one hand, eyeliner in the other. I’d be flattered if I thought she was actually doing it for my benefit. She’s not. She’s doing it for her own.

    I brought a few things down from the kitchen. I found a really big knife, the kind they only sell on the Home Shopping Network. I found some canned goods that can be eaten raw. I found some bottled water.

    I searched every inch of this house and every inch of the garage and the shed out in the yard and I didn’t find a shotgun or a hand gun or anything that could be considered a fire arm. In the movies they always find a gun somehow. In the movies they always know how to use it.

    I know she’d rather be sleeping upstairs in one of the beds. But I feel like the rooms are too shut off with only one exit route. The basement has a door to the upstairs and a door to the back yard. The floor is concrete and the walls are cinder blocks. I feel secure down here.

    There’s a small window, the kind made from a really thick block of glass. I can see the swing set in the back yard. I can see the sand box.

    I remember when internet dating was a joke.

    I don’t know when it happened, but at some point meeting people online became trendy. I guess the ability to screen people was appealing. You could literally type in the kind of person you wanted to meet and the computer would spit out results. It was like natural selection with photos.

    That’s how I met Sophy.

    I think most people have a list of traits that they look for

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