30 minutes of sailing later, Snowden finishes up vaccinating Zoey, Francis and Louis. Then he tells them where are they going next for evacuation or safety while disassembling his Bullpup Rifle for storage in his backpack.
Snowden: And that should do it. Congratulations, you are now free to meet other normal people again.
Zoey: Yes!
Francis: Hell yeah!
Louis: *laughs* Yeah! Thank you, Snow'. We owe you a big one.
Snowden: Ah, just doing my job. So, interested in knowing where are we going next?
Zoey: Definitely.
Snowden: Alright, we're heading for Miami.
Zoey: Woah! Florida? The Keys?
Snowden: Yep. Despite what CEDA says, the place is actually still standing. I should know, I've been there two days ago. Filled with great folks armed and ready to take on an entire zombie army and win.
Francis: Awesome!
Louis: Sounds good.
Zoey: Wait, you said two days ago. And it wasn't long since you talked to the people on the aircraft carrier, right?
Snowden: Also two days ago, yeah.
Zoey: I'd hate to jinx us, and I hope to God I'm wrong. But do you think the horrible stuff that happened on the ship can also happen, or already happened, in Miami? Maybe because of CEDA?
Snowden: Now that you've mentioned it, I did have trouble getting in touch with my fellow soldiers there as well back then. Last things I heard from them were gunfire and screams. Shit.
Louis: Oh, shit. So what do we do now?
Snowden: Only way to find out how's Miami. We carry on. Everyone good with this?
Zoey: Hmm, let's hope I'm wrong. So yeah.
Louis: Here's hoping.
Francis: Yeah. Besides, I'm starting to think this sailing stuff isn't for me.
Snowden: Understood. *shivers* Jeez, *looks outside* those clouds and these strong, cold winds are giving me some bad signals. Might need to get to shore quick. Hang on.
With a destination set and a possible storm approaching, the survivors sail fast to avoid the worst. Unaware of what awaits them in Miami.