Dead in the Water

Ever the diplomat, Martin raises his hands up to Richard, as if the man was saying something Martin had already thought of.

"They might be picked over! But not by the people here…" he starts to explain. He motions about the room. "We didn’t find much, like you said. What if they were the only group to know about these places?…" he says, giving Richard an eye that suggests the conclusion is obvious.

Jackpot…

"Do we have anything other than binoculars to use up there?" Emma interjects to ask Owen. This far into the end of the world, and the group was sorely lacking any serious firepower! "We see something and then… what?" she asks, not offensively. There’s worry in her voice for whoever might be up there!

"We don’t have to abandon this place! We can clean it up, and use it as a base…" Martin says, speaking over Emma’s worries.

"Didn’t work out too hot for these guys!" Tracy pipes up, motioning to all the gore that had yet to be cleaned away fully.

"And it’s right in the middle of the road! Not exactly a cabin in the woods." he says, trying to step into some kind of leadership role perhaps.

Threat Level: 2

As the others have opted to head for the copter, Martin sets about getting ready to leave along with everyone else!

Seeing the man prepare, a few of the others look about awkwardly. It’s clear from the look in their eyes, that they are keenly aware that the group lacks much firepower, and that most of that firepower was about to walk out the door and head for the trees!

"What are we supposed to do if more walkers show up?" Selena says, breaking the tension that had suddenly settled over the gathering by the map.

Eva steps towards Billie-Faye, as the woman sets about readying her pack! She puts out a hand, and then says:

"Maybe I can get those grenades back? Hopefully… we won’t need them. Hopefully neither will you."

She meets Billie-Faye’s eyes, and waits patiently for the woman to turn something over!

Up on the roof, Owen gets a pretty decent look at the place they had crept up on last night! The pontoon still rattles against where it had been tied off; the awful hole punched in by the rock looking terrible in the morning light.

The young man roots about the little nest that the last group had made up top. Bricks and sandbags and debris thrown up onto the roof to try and conceal the machine gun… that used to be up there!

Owen does find an old toolbox though. The thing is heavy, and terribly rusted from having been exposed to the elements, but Richard would surely see some good in its contents!

Then he turns his attention to the roads! It was obvious why the old group had chosen this place! Owen could see right down two roads a fair distance, before both twist out of view! An approaching car could be spotted coming for a good long while!

Then he looks towards where he suspects the helicopter crash to be! Across the bridge! It’s wooded country up that way, and the young man has to scan the trees through his binoculars to really get a sense of what waits ahead!

The trees are dense! The effort of giving the place a thorough once-over stings the eyes. Just before Owen pulls the binoculars away, so as to rub some relief into his eyes, he spots movement. He quickly adjusts the binoculars to zone in on the sudden motion.

One…
Two…
Three…

Figures lurch through the trees. Walkers shuffle through the brush in an aimless manner! Their heads jerk this way and that; hoping to pick up on some sight or sound that might mean a fresh meal.

Four…
Five…
Six…

Ten…
Twenty…
More, far more…

Owen watches on for a few moments as a miniature heard forms in the distance! The young man counts as many as fifty aimless walkers wandering through the trees in the far distance.