"Shutup! Shutup! You'll get biters on us!" Andy said as he hopped down from the ladder and closed the hatch.
"What were you doing outside in the dark?! Are you crazy?!" I yelled as quietly as possible.
"I'm not crazy, I'm smart! I just moved the cars from the front of the cottage into the back garden, put them all in place incase we need to leave in a hurry. And there was a garage I busted open with a trailer inside that we can throw all our gear in incase we need to leave!"
"Well, that's - good I guess, but why did you have to do it now?"
"What you said earlier, got me thinking. Incase something does go wrong like you think, we'll be able to take a few of them out and then just hop into the cars and escape. It's safe now. Well, safe-r."
"It's a good plan," I admitted. "But still, why didn't you wait for Drew to help? It would have been easier and quicker - I can't believe you'd put yourself at risk like that!" I was angry, even though he'd given good news.
"Please, don't be mad at me. I was just trying to help. Besides, it gets better - the garage was full of tools and stuff, and there was a rifle hung up on the wall so I took it! No ammo or anything but still, a gun all the same."
"Guns? We need guns?" I asked, stating the obvious without realising.
"Yeah of course! Why, do you have one?"
"Well no, not here, but I know where we can get some. My husband, he - he was in the army. He had quite a stash in our basement. I never went down there, not after he died, but I kept it all the same. There's plenty there."
"That's great. Do you think we could go back there?" he asked.
"S-Sure, I guess. I don't know if it's safe though, it was a huge neighbourhood and I left before the worst hit."
"The place could be crawling with biters then." he sighed.
"Well - yeah. But is it worth the risk?"
"It's gonna have to be. Now get some sleep, we'll sort it out in the morning."