Once we were all back at the warehouse, we resumed discussing our next move.  
                          
"I still say we get out of here and find someplace else," I said. 
                          
"Hey, we can go back to the apartments, we have the keys," Ang suggested.  "Those guys can come back here at any minute. The sooner we get out of here, the better."
                          
"We should load up the van and drive off," said Janice. 
                          
"Yeah, get as far away from those dickheads as possible," I added. 
                          
Cynthia took a deep breath and then exhaled. "Look, right now we're all a little strung out. It's been an emotional few days. I say we just all calm down a bit and relax and get a little rest. Carla, do we have to worry about you taking off on another suicide mission?"
                          
Carla shook her head. "No. I'll be okay."
                          
"Good. Let's just have some dinner. And relax a bit. Then we can try and discuss things with a clear head."
                          
After the group ate we all agreed that we would continue discussing our next move in the morning after we were all well rested. We moved the van away so we could move a couple of heavy stacks in front of the gate should the campers return, but as night fell, it looked like they wouldn't be returning. 
                          
It was hard trying to sleep that night. Just as I was about to drift off, I heard a few of the biters dragging their feet on the ground as they shambled by the warehouse. I woke up and moved my stuff over to the opposite end of the warehouse, near the back office. Those undead bastards need to learn how to pick up their feet when they walk. Damn.
                          
"Reid, get up," Cynthia said, giving me a light shake. 
                          
"Why? What's going on?" I asked. I was actually sleeping pretty well and I didn't want to get up. 
                          
"Mick heard something outside and he's checking it out."
                          
I shot up. "Campers?"
                          
"We're not sure."
                          
The stack of cardboard had been moved from the back door of the warehouse. I grabbed my axe and went outside. 
                          
"Mick? You out here?" I asked. 
                          
"Over here," Mick replied. He was at the front of the lot with a section of the fence covering moved aside. He was looking around the front of the warehouse. 
                          
"What's going on?"
                          
"I heard something going on out there. Heard some talking."
                          
"Shit. Really?"
                          
Mick nodded. "Yep."
                          
"Unless the biters learned to converse with one another, I'd say it was the campers."
                          
"There's nothing out here though. I can see right across the lot, and there's not a damn thing."
                          
Mick moved away from the fence so I could take a look. I didn't see anything outside. 
                          
"Mick, we have to get the hell out of here. I think we're all going crazy."
                          
Mick moved away from the fence and looked at me. "I think you're right."
                          
Mick and I gathered the group to the center of the warehouse.  "Okay, now that things have calmed down somewhat, who actually wants to stick around here?" Mick asked. 
                          
Cynthia, Carla, Ang, and Janice all looked at one another, but didn't reply. 
                          
"So we'll be leaving?" I asked.
                          
"Looks like it," Mick responded. 
                          
"Shit, I'm ready to go right now," Ang scoffed. 
                          
"Hold up. We need to decide where we should go," Cyn replied to her sister.