Saturday, January 6th

Patrick didn't want to venture out of his apartment the next day, but he was out of food and booze. Every time he closed his eyes, he pictured Michael's long pointed teeth. He needed something to wash the memories away.

A "Now Hiring" sign near the grocery store checkout left him asking for an application. He'd worked there before, and quit in a storm of cuss words, but it was so long ago that maybe they'd forgotten.

The clerk's expression ...