“What you mean? Hospital food is great.” The humor was dry. His focus was elsewhere other than entertaining his trusted partner but he kept the mood light regardless of the present danger. Humor was almost a necessity if you planned on remaining anything that resembled sane. “Runs a close second to crickets and berries for breakfast.” Seeing that she had barricade duty well in hand, Zack went instantly to foraging. If she needed help, she would tell him so. “You remember those don't you?”<br/><br/><br/>Drawers were useless. Anything sharp or blunt and heavy had been picked through. He had figured as much. Normally he would still do it by the numbers going through each drawer but normally he wasn't this pressed for time. He also considered the fact that the place looked like it was used as a place where someone or a small group might have held up at one time. They’d be lucky to find anything useful. His eyes scanned the room for anything but expecting nothing.. He noticed a door behind a couple of those carts that LuAnn had used to barricade the doors. There was always the chance that they had been pushed there to block the door to hold something in. It didn't matter, he knew he was going to check it. Leave no stone unturned as the saying went. It was more than a saying these days, it was survival 101.<br/><br/><br/>He muscled the big carts out from in front of the door then put his ear against the door carefully and quietly. Silence from the other side. He looked back towards LuAnn and signaled to get her attention. The kitchen was like a tomb so it didn't take much. “psst..” He made sign towards the door to let her know his intention. Not that he needed her to stop what she was doing, just a heads up for her to be aware of potential danger. If one of those things rushed him from inside the closet, he wanted her ready to save his ass if needed. He mentally crossed his fingers and toes as he turned back to the door and readied himself for anything that might be trapped in there.<br/><br/><br/>He held his spear drawn back at shoulder height. It was angled with the point slightly higher for a head strike. Zack was quick; quicker than most. Over the years he had adapted to the fact that he sometimes had to kill to survive, actually quite often. He had learned to do so without regret or remorse regardless if it were zombie or human. He slowly turned the knob with his free hand then threw the door open quickly. Nothing but cleaning supplies. He exhaled long and slow when he realised that he had been holding his breath. The closet was long with shelves running along each wall. The back of the closet mostly faded into darkness.<br/><br/><br/>There was a variety of chemicals that could be used for deadly results. Among them were bleach and ammonia but he wasn’t even sure the fumes from the combined chemicals would have an effect on the creatures. He needed something flammable, combustible even. Zack shined his flashlight into the darkness. On the floor behind several cans of paint and a pile of rags were two gallon jugs of paint thinner. “That shit’ll burn.” He actually spoke to no one, his words were more of a verbal thought.<br/><br/><br/>Zack sheathed his spear and pulled out the cans of thinner. One was a little more than half full and the other was a bit over a third. He came out of the closet holding up the cans for display with a grin. “Zombie kebabs anyone? There's rags in there too. We just need some sort of containers and we’re set.” He needed something that would bust on impact and not in his hand when he threw it.<br/><br/><br/>He set the cans on the table along with a pile of rags then started rummaging through cupboards above and below the drawers. “There must be some kinda bottles or jars or something somewhere in here.” They hadn’t been there long but still too long. He knew that it was only a matter of time before they were found and they needed to be ready.