"I want to find my family," Donald mumbled as he stared at nothing in particular.Despite how quiet he had been, Nicole heard him quite clearly. "Me too, but my family isn't in the city. What about yours?"Donald flinched as he hadn't expected her to say anything and took a few moments to say, "No, but they said they were planning to visit soon."Nicole grimaced. "Did they say when?"He shook his head. They hadn't told him when they would get there, but he expected it was supposed to be sometime that week if they hadn't already arrived. He had been so busy trying to survive that he hadn't had time to think about them, leaving him feeling guilty. Only a horrible person wouldn't think about how their family was doing in the middle of a zombie apocalypse.Rubbing at her head, Nicole said
Donald was stumped. He hadn't thought she would ask him what he wanted out of their partnership outside of finding his family. Scrambling to think of something, he found himself drawing a blank. What else did he want? He obviously wanted to survive, but they could do that just by working together, so there was no point asking that. The same could be said about getting supplies.He really couldn't think of anything. "I don't really have anything to add, but we can always change our agreement in the future."Nicole thought about it before saying, "That's fair. This can change, so it wouldn't make sense to make the arrangement permanent."That was a relief. "When should we leave?"After taking a quick peek outside, she said, "We should wait until things settle down a bit. We might not be close to the company building anym
"How?" Donald blurted out."Apparently, the water supply hasn't been cut off yet," she said. "But that might change soon so this might be your only chance to take a bath."Donald blinked. Shouldn't the water supply already be cut off by now? Well, he wasn't a plumber or anyone who knew how it worked during emergencies. He should be just glad they could still use the shower. However, there was one issue. He didn't have a change of clothes on him. What was he supposed to wear after his shower? His old clothes?As if reading his thoughts, she said, "There should be some clothes in the closet. Since the residents left in a hurry, there shouldn't be plenty of clothes to pick from unless everyone here was a woman."He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but it looked like he really didn't have a choice unless he was willing to wear his old clothes or he refused to take a bath. The idea of walking around smelling didn't seem like a good idea. How would his family react to seeing him? Standing up,
Finally taking a seat, Donald watched as she pointed out a possible route. "Since we can't be sure where they might be if they're in the city, we can attempt to slowly circle the city. This is assuming that they will try to leave the city, and there are several other problems."Donald nodded. As soon as she made the suggestion, he could already see why it wouldn't be a good idea. Many other people probably had the same idea to make a break for it and get out of there to avoid the zombies. Since they didn't know too much about the situation outside the company building, it was possible that the city had been blocked off.There were plenty of movies where an epidemic caused a city to be locked down and the military to keep people from leaving. It was to prevent it from spreading to other places. While he understood why, it wasn't exactly good for them since they were the ones stuck in the city. They couldn't be sure if this was the case, but it was a possibility, which meant it would be
Honestly, Donald found the whole business of fortifying their temporary base of operations tedious. Back home, he never had to learn what went into keeping a house in good shape or secure. Well, he supposed figuring out how to board up windows wasn't exactly a skill most people would learn. The regular way would have been to nail pieces of wood to it.However, that wasn't an option if they didn't want to draw attention. He sighed as he fiddled with the boards he got. It simply wouldn't stay put with the tape he found. Regular tape just wouldn't cut it, but he hadn't seen any duct tape anywhere in the house. Getting frustrated with his task, he set the board down and glared at the window.Donald was still on the first window and had made no progress so far. He hoped that Nicole was doing better at setting up traps around the perimeter. The traps would let them know if they were intruders
Nicole paused at the doorway to stare at Donald and ask, "What are you doing?"Donald looked up from what he was doing and said, "Making a key."Ignoring her confused expression, he studied the piece of metal he had in front of him. Since he didn't have access to the internet, it was difficult for him to come up with a way to replace the lock or make a new key. However, he determined that the latter was probably the better choice at the moment. He couldn't exactly replace the lock if he didn't have a replacement.He doubted that the residents had replacement locks stashed away somewhere in the house. Unfortunately, making a key wasn't easy. He knew it had to be made of metal, so he had used his fire powers to melt some empty cans for use. Naturally, he wasn't going to melt the knives of any possible weapons. The process annoyingly took a long time since
Donald studied his surroundings, checking to see if there were any zombies nearby. So far, there hadn't been a single one. The streets surrounding the house were completely devoid of life. While it was great that there weren't any zombies for them to worry about, there was something else to worry about. Why weren't there any zombies? It was one thing if the place had a low population.However, this was one of the biggest cities in the country. It was unthinkable to think that the streets wouldn't be filled with zombies. In the initial outbreak, many people would have been unprepared like he was and unable to defend themselves. The chances of almost no one being caught or infected by the zombies were slim to none.There had to be another reason why there were practically no zombies around. He recalled what happened back in the company building. Something had kept the zombies' interest on
Donald studied the stranger warily as he asked, "So what were you doing spying on us?"After carefully considering his options, Donald said, "I wasn't spying. I thought you were zombies."The man raised an eyebrow and said, "You expect me to believe that you weren't hiding in the shadows like some creep? Do you expect me to believe that?"Shrugging his shoulders, Donald said, "You're free to believe me or not, but it's the truth. Isn't that why you came to investigate? You thought I was a zombie too."The scowl on the man's face was all the answer he needed. Donald cursed himself for getting into the situation. The stranger was clearly not going to let him walk away without a fight. Donald couldn't be sure when the other two would show up or if there were others waiting in the shadows. He needed to resolve things quickly before they escalated.Raising his hands up in the air as a sign of surrender, Donald said, "I don't want to fight. Let's just go our separate ways and pretend we did