After I told her my story, we went inyo the basement, and got some sheets of plywood to finish sealing off the first floor windows. As
we nailed the sheets of wood over the windows, we discussed when to leave and try to get out of the city. Sam wanted to leave
tomorrow, but I convinced her to stay in my house with me for at least three days. If, on the third day, it didn't look like things were
getting any better, or like no help was coming, we would pack up some supplies, and head for the police station.
"Why," Sam asked, "would we head back into the city, when we should be getting out via the fastest route possible"
I explained to her that there were two choppers on the roof helipad, and that any survivors most likely would have taken shelter
there. While we were talking, I could hear pistols and shotguns being fired all around.
"Do you think the army's here already?" I asked Sam as I looked out a narrow gap in the plywood sheets covering the window.
"No I doubt it." she answered.
"Yeah," I said, "I guess you're right. If the army were here, we would be hearing machine guns, assault rifles, stuff like that. Those
gunshots are most likely fellow humans fending off some Romero-rejects that want a bite to eat"
"Very funny," she said sarcasticly, "you're a regular comedian"
"Gee, thanks...I think." I told her. She just smiled, then turned around and and went into the kitchen.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Ooohhh! I think there might be something going on between thoes two :) Hahaha! I just thought it would be neat to put a little romance between them into the story. Please R&R and tell me what you think.