Perhaps We'll Meet Another Day

Party At The End of The World

By the time Shachi and Penguin, now joined by Law and Lexi, had finished clearing and searching the health foods store, it was close to getting too dark to move around. The vibrant red sky of the incoming sunset was as bright of a warning sign as you could get. Unfortunately, that meant there wouldn't be enough time to go all the way to the apartment buildings that Law had seen earlier on. Despite the promise of a bed, they'd all rather sleep with all of their limbs attached. They'd have to find something close by and fast.

An office building that looked relatively untouched-minus the natural wear and tear by the weather and elements-was a mere few buildings away. It'd have to do, Law had decided, and they set out to clear out their shelter for the night. They all internally processed their disappointment at the lack of a proper bed, but knew better than to voice it. Complaining wasn't going to help the situation, nor produce the bed they were all hoping for anyway.

Lexi was forced to put her whirling thoughts aside as they faced several hungry undead within and around the building. It was more difficult than anticipated, but you could quickly forget a lot of things when there was a pair of dead eyes and a chomping mouth coming straight for your face.

Either their movements or those of Brittany's group had begun to stir up the zombies within the city throughout the day, causing a more difficult and dangerous trek on the street. Two facing behind them and two facing forward, they cleared a path to the office as safely as possible. The sun had fully gone down by the time they made it to the front entrance, and by the time they cleared out the entire interior-both floors-it was nearly reached sun-down.

Used to improvising security and barricades, they made quick work of all of the known windows and doors. Desks were turned up on their sides, creating not only an open space for them to congregate in, but plenty of protection and cover from the zombies roaming the streets. A lot of the time, if they couldn't see you, you were fine. Of course, that didn't negate the fact that they could smell you...

The wind still came through the cracks in the doors and through unknown opening along the building that they couldn't fix, so it was quite chilly in their little secured bunker of sorts. All of them bundled up in their jackets as best they could, but without a fire there wasn't much help against the chill. Without ventilation, that wouldn't be a smart idea, and if they tried to light one now, it would probably just end up setting the building on fire. Which would not help things.

Close to sun-down, they finally were able to settle in and relax in relative comfort. Penguin and Shachi huddled up next to each other, going through their packs to catalog everything they'd managed to grab in their store. Law was doing the same with his and Lexi's haul. His sour mood from earlier seemed to have lessened a degree, but it wasn't quite up to the point it had been before Brittany's group came along.

Lexi herself was keeping watch out the one window they had kept partially uncovered for use in night watches. She'd procured a plush office chair from one of the nearer offices, and 2 years time hadn't been kind to it. It was dusty and the foam within the seat was crunchy and hard. But it was better than nothing.

In the dim light, she could see shambling figures wander the streets. It always seemed that the number of active undead grew dramatically at night time. Had the zombies developed some sort of nocturnal behavior after turning? Ah, well. She was no scientist, and shook her head to dismiss the crazy thought.

She appreciated the time to herself. Law hadn't told the boys what had happened at the Walgreens yet, no doubt giving her time to bring it up herself. She wondered how long he would give her to think about everything that had occurred today. He was a naturally curious and suspicious person, so she doubted very long.