Jake looked out into the street, trying to see whatever Kristie has spotted.  He raised his binoculars but didn't see anything.  "Well whatever was there, isn't now."  He turned his attention from the street back to Dinah's questions.<br/><br/>"Unfortunately there is no camp, and there is no cavalry coming that I know of.  Kristie and I were both military and last survivors of our units.  I heard vague rumors about some last ditch fallback over the Rockies but nothing even remotely solid.  As far as I know we're the last people left that aren't shuffling and moaning."<br/><br/>Jake paused to look over the current group.  "I heard an explosion last night and followed the smoke into town.  I guess mainly to see if anyone else was left alive.  We all sort of ran into each other and had a bit of a firefight with some dead heads.  Between the shooting and the helicopter, we've made enough noise to attract the dead for miles, so I guess we figured it would be best to hold up somewhere secure until things blew over."<br/><br/>"Welcome to our little abode, so to speak," Jake said as he spun and pointed around the disheveled store.  "The structure is intact and free of the dead, we have more than enough building supplies to seal it up tight, and a decent amount of water.  Eventually I figure we will have to make a food run to that WalMart over there, but for now we should be fairly safe."