Allistor laughed and said, “Just leave some cheesecake out where I can get to it!”   Still chuckling, he caught Sam’s attention.  “This might make you happy.”  He led the man up onto the trailer bed and unwrapped the rope around the refrigerator.  When he opened it, he made an “Aaah, AHHH, aaah!” sound like angels crooning over a miracle.  Sam’s eyes widened and his smile returned.  “Beef!” he shouted!

The two of them wheeled the massive fridge off the trailer and into the kitchen, where Meg promptly began transferring the treasure trove of meat into the cold storage.   As they watched, Sam caught him up on their foraging trip.

“We got four radios and the base station.  Not great, but should be enough for now.  Found two more deputy’s cars and got some more weapons and ammo.  More vests, too.   We hit the hardware store and loaded up all kinds of stuff.  There’s still more there we can pick up later.  With those bins you brought back, we can carry all kinds of stuff.  And I don’t think it would be that hard to build rails for the trailer.”

He looked out the window at the Mustang parked near the fountain.  “Found lots of other vehicles that are still intact.  But no keys.  So either we need to spend more time searching out the keys, or learn how to hotwire them.  If we can find the keys, there’s a very pretty 1969 Corvette at my buddy Frank’s house.  He lives about a mile outside of town.   He also has a tractor.  I was thinking we might try to grow a crop outside at some point.  And we could use it to clear the roads eventually.”

“Good thinking all around!” Allistor patted the man on the back. “This has been a very productive day.  I know it’s still early, but I’m beat.  I say we close up for the day, finish sorting through everything, and then celebrate!”

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Zombiecue

The celebration went well into the night.  Steaks were grilled, pies were consumed, and bottles of spirits opened.   Ramon and Michael woke in time to join the celebration, looking refreshed and healthy.  Allistor’s wounds from the lanx had fully healed as well.  The group ate, drank, laughed, and told stories.

Meg had found a radio, and to their surprise, a few stations were still transmitting!  Though there were no live voices.  It seemed as if they were running pre-programmed tracks.  But that didn’t matter.  Several of the group got up and danced.  Ramon, who’d hit a bottle of rum pretty hard, didn’t have the balance to get up and dance, so he showed off his chair-dancing moves, over which Chloe giggled and clapped, trying to imitate him.