K.J. (Apartment/Library)--
I just stare at the guy, who had inadvertently saved our lives but also killed about a half a dozen walkers.
"Um, sure," I say, backing away from the broken window we could hear him from, though, anyway. "Where'd you get that gun?" is the first question out of my mouth.
I want one.
A pocket-knife and creative killing techniques can only go so far.
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