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Now, three days later, Roman paced the damp floor and Jack whittled away at a table leg by the beams of afternoon sunlight. The Florida beach. It wasn't what is used to be, that's for sure. Roman replaced the board against the window, as if it would stop anything coming through. The streets were overrun, as best they could tell, and this shack was not ideal for holing up indefinitely. Food was running low, the water and electricity had been cut off, and Jack's shower head had proven not so effective against the larger groups of undead.
The runt's new weapon was a table leg which, after a few more cuts, would be a spear. A spear worthy of stabbing, swinging, and prying. Yes, it was a good weapon, and Jack was quite proud of it. Roman glanced down at it with approval as well. Jack rose to his feet and spun the spear in his scrawny, tanned hands. The weight, he admitted with a grimace, wasn't ideal, but it would have to do.
"I'm sorry I uh... I made fun of your idea," he sighed, patting Roman on the thick shoulder. "It's a good idear, actually. Not many folks would think o' claimin' no shot tower, seein' as they extinct an'all."
Roman smiled, his scorched face creasing painfully at his brother's kindness. He was the muscle, and Jack was typically the brains. This, he felt, was a major deal, that he should be the one with the bright idea.
"So," he hesitated. He didn't want to ruin his luck. "So... You sayin' we can go find us one?"
"Well, it'll sure beat this mess we're in!" laughed Jack. "It's gonna be a lot o' work gettin' there, but it'll be good to be back in the south anyway. At least, for a bit on our way up. Where'll we find one, ya reckon?"
"Virginia," managed Roman, scratching his head in thought. "I think they's got one in the mountains there."
"That the closest one?"
"As far's I know."
Jack sighed again. He figured, thinking to himself, if they could get off of this beach, they could make it anywhere. But then again, they had to get off this beach first. It was a madhouse on a normal day, let alone now. He thought back to the movies. When folks tried to change location, when they grew discontent, that's when they either lived happily ever after or they got eaten. Either way, that's where the credits rolled. Most of the time, you never even found out what happened to them. But maybe the outcome wasn't the point. Maybe the point was to see their resolution to act. His brother removed the couch from the door again - this all seemed too familiar - and turned the door knob. With a deep breath, the last deep breath of peace and quiet, Jack spoke up.
"Roman," he said before the door opened, "it's gonna be alright."
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