Jake did a slow 360 to check over the surrounding terrain.  From the middle of the road all he could see nearby was the WalMart, the hospital, and a HomeDepot.  He smirked and rubbed his fingers over the stubble on his chin.  "Well, we sure as hell don't want to go in the hospital.  It's going to be crawling with the dead at worst and stink like hell at best.  WalMart is a good long term solution.  There's food, almost any supplies we could use and only a few ways in.  However, look at all those cars.  There is a good chance those people died inside and may still be locked inside."  He stopped and looked at the large orange store.<br/><br/>"Now the HomeDepot may be our best short term solution. There aren't too many cars and it is full of materials to make barricades or hand weapons.  But the best thing in the short term is their shelving. They have very high, large shelves; some of them at least 15 feet off the ground. I say we carefully work our way in, borrow a convenient ladder, and clear off a high shelf.  We pull up the ladder when the sun goes down and should be safe until things quiet down."  Just then Jake stopped speaking and stared over Marcus's shoulder.  He quickly pulled a set of binoculars from his pack and raised them to his eye.<br/><br/>"Damn," Jake mumbled, "I've got some Zack on the road due south...looks like maybe 6 or so...about 500 meters out."  He motions to Marcus.  "Keep quiet and get down.  Maybe they won't spot us."