Jake didn't get a chance to respond to Kristie's first question before she left down one of the isles.  He just looked over at Marcus and shrugged then nodded his head back at the quickly disappearing Marine, "EOD.  Those folks always were a little crazy to me.  Playing around with explosives and shit isn't my cup of tea."<br/><br/>Jake eyed the entrance for a while, trying to come up with some plan to secure it.  The glass was fairly thick and no doubt tempered but Kristie was right that it would need to be better secured.  When she returned he saw her wince.  "Are you OK miss?  If you're injured you should try to take it easy.  It won't do anyone any good if you aggravate something now."<br/><br/>"As for ideas, let's think this out.  In a survival situation you have three basic needs: shelter, water and food, in that order.  We definitely have shelter and we have a whole hardware store worth of materials to shore this place up.  We have some water," Jake said as he pointed to a nearby stack of bottled water packages, "and we can last for a few days without a food run."<br/><br/>Jake paused for a second to survey the door again.  "I say we fully seal up this door with 2x6's from the lumber section.  They should cover the width of the door and we can lag bolt them into these supports here and here," he said pointing towards large wooden beams on either side of the door.  "They should be strong enough to stop anything but a large truck.  We cut a small peep hole like the young lady suggested and handle all coming and going through the pull down door in the lumber section.  It takes a while to pull up by hand, but should slam down pretty quick."<br/><br/>Just then Jake looked past his two companions and caught a glimpse of something moving out in the street.  He pushed past them through the door and brought up his binoculars.  "It's a woman....and she looks alive," he said cheerfully.   He put his fingers in his mouth and let out a whistle, then waved in her general direction.   As soon as he did it he realized that making a loud noise probably wasn't a great idea.  He looked back at his companions and shrugged, "Sorry.  Hell if the helicopter crash, gunfire and car alarm didn't call in all the dead heads in the area, one little whistle isn't going to kill us."