The wind brings a chilly breeze as leaves float down the streets. Sticky tar coats the rooftop. I imagine it being pungent and tacky in the heat of summer. Reece snacks on old and stale Cheetos, crunching after every crinkle of the bag. I laugh. His eyebrows furrow over his Original KD sunglasses, sunglasses specifically made for wearing with a helmet. “What?” he asks. “Nothing. It’s just that somehow you balance eating and smoking a joint at the same time.” True to my conviction, I abstain this time. He blows out a cloud of the pungent smoke, and crunches another Cheeto between his teeth at the same time. “Like a real man,” Reece says proudly. We both laugh. “Can you eat, smoke, and kill zombies at the same time?” I challenge. “Like a real man.” We both say at the same time and laugh. “You’ll see,” he promises. Goosebumps cover Reece’s skin, wearing only a vest and jeans with holes in the knees.
