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Sam supplied the zombies on the floor with their fresh, black juice, herself included, and went down to the lobby to pick up their mail. The man at the mail repository in the back of the first floor was a little surprised to see her.
“What can I do for you, young lady?” he inquired. The gentleman must have passed retirement several decades ago because he looked to be about eighty. He wore a gray outfit with matching cap and his thin strands of hair poked out from beneath the brim. He usually had a gentle smile, but right now it was puzzled.
“I’m here to pick up the mail for the nineteenth floor,” she informed him. His surprise at seeing her and his question made her a little nervous.
“Where’s Tanya? She’s usually the one to pick this stuff up.” Sam couldn’t tell if he was disappointe
