Rebecca tried again. Her Husbands rough voice gave an automated answer "This is Rick Brubaker. I can't come to the phone right now, since I'm on vacation. I took my cellphone and threw it in a lake, so don't bother trying it that way. Leave your message at the sound of the anguished groan." Always with the jokes. She had liked that about him. But now...well, there was no point in dwelling on that. She told them to be safe, and that she would find them, no matter what. As she finished, Rebecca let out a bitter laugh, as her cellphones battery died. She threw it into the wall. She would not become one of those things...not like Rod.
Rebecca was still haunted by the eyes of the accident victim on the gurney-he was a local, by the name of Rod. They knew each other. She had expected to see an empty, or angry expression, like a monster from the movie. But he just seemed sad, like he knew who she was, and he remembered who he was...but had no control over himself, as he stumbled toward her, his teeth shattered in the crash, oozing blood and chomping up and down mechnically, eager for her flesh. That look was eagerness, there was no douting it. There was something else...was that other look in his face regret? or violent, carnal anticipation? Either way, she had brought a wrench down on the head of that thing that was once friend of hers-the first true act of violence against anyone in her life. She ran, and didn't stop to look back. She would have liked to believe it was all in her head.
But now...now, she had to keep herself alive, until she could find her family again. No way she was going to let these things beat her now. No way. No matter what they were now.
She wandered back to the group. The others seemed sort of lost, though they went along with idea with no dissent. It was sort of dissapointing, really.
"Listen, we'll all need to find something to defend ourselves with....sharp is okay, blunt is better. It needs to be heavy enough to stop one of them.
A machine gun would be best, but somehow I doubt we'll find one."
Action: Look for my wrench, or any blunt object to use as a weapon-even a broken leg of a table would work...