The door was safely locked, and the zombies seemed to know that: they were just standing outside, waiting.

What they were waiting for was anybody's guess, but it was most likely not going to be good.

Anton was beginning to feel better, but Betty was running a 102° fever. Doc S and his wife were taking care of the patients, and that left Ed and Hector plenty of time to... Sit and be quiet, mostly.

  "So boss" said Hector as he glared at Eddy from across the room, "Was this your plan: half of us get away while half of us die horribly when this place gets overrun? 'Cause I think I got an issue or two with that....."

Eddie looked back at Hector equitably: "Tell you the truth, so do I. Right there and then, it seemed like the right thing to do."

He looked around, taking in the sight of Anton's Kalashnikov and Betty's Garand: "And it's not like we are defenseless... Yeah, we are probably better in here than out there."

Approaching a bit unsteadily, Anton addressed the two cops: "Uh, listen, if you want to shoot those things, we are going to need my car-" As he took a step toward the two men, his leg gave and he almost fell.

He managed to hold onto the sofa and straighten himself, then continued: "Most of my ammo is still in the trunk. The Desert Eagle rounds I have with me, but the case with AK's ammo was too heavy, and to be honest I didn't think we'd need the Garand, so..."

He looked from Hector to Eddie and back: "I'm sorry, am I... Interrupting something?"
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"Oh nothing much," said Hector sarcastically, "just wondering what mister come-over-here-so-we-can-all-die-together has planned next. Oh and is there anything to drink in this place? If I'm about to be ripped apart by whatever the hungry dead are standing around out there waiting for I really don't want to do it sober."

Anton looked perplexedly at Hector, but it was his mother, who apparently had some excellent ears, who replied first: "Now, now, officer De Santo."

Mrs. S shook her head reproachingly: "Nobody is going to be 'ripped apart' in my house, by the dead or the living. And nobody is getting drunk, either. If you would like to have some tea, however, I would be happy to make it for you."
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"Sounds like a wonderful offer, ma'am." Eddie smiled at her. "Although, maybe an herbal tea? I think we will need to sleep tonight, get a fresh start tomorrow."

The doctor's wife smiled back at Eddie, nodded, and then looked back at Hector: "You are safe here officer DeSanto: they cannot break in, and we have food and water for a long time."

"So what, that's the plan? We just hole up in here and hope the apocalypse just forgets about us?" Hector called out in his all to frequently now sarcastic tone.

Eddie seemed to ponder the question for a moment: "I'm thinking, no. I'd say we get a good night of sleep, then, first thing next morning, we try to see what else we have that can be useful."

"Alright fine, I'll just go to bed and pretend there isn't a ravenous horde of the living dead outside. That should go reeeeeeeeeal well." Hector once again declared with dripping venom.

The arrangements for the night were not quite perfect, but the house had more than enough room to accommodate two extra people, and Hector and Eddie were put at the opposite ends of a corridor, just to be on the safe side.

Mrs. S. left Hector a nice herbal tea on the bedside cabinet, to help him sleep better. As for how effective that gesture ended up being... Let's just say, it's the thought that counts.

At first, Anton refused to leave Betty's side, but eventually his father managed to convince him to take turns in assisting her - a sleepy doctor helps nobody. Doc S. took the first shift, Mrs. S the second, and Anton the last. Betty's fever went down a bit during the night, but in the morning she was still running a temperature.

So it was that the night passed, in remarkable silence.

Or perhaps not so remarkable, since, as the first light filtered through the clouds, it turned out that there were no zombies left within line of sight.

Eddie was up early, and he enlisted Anton's help in going through the house's supplies for useful stuff. Anton's father was less than enthused, but he figured he had a better chance of being rid of his unwanted guests if he provided them some help.

By breakfast time, Eddie had put together a small cache of tools and whatnots, all stuffed in an old, but large and sturdy, camping bag.

All in all, he was feeling rather satisfied with himself...

"So why exactly do you need that stuff?" Asked Tony in a perplexed tone.

"Oh, you know, the boyscout's motto: be prepared." Eddie smiled at the young doctor.

"Uh-huh..." Tony didn't sound quite convinced. "Right. Well, I think mom is making us breakfast. Let's not make her wait."

 Hector walked into the room in his skivvies covered in sweat and if anything looking more weary then he was when he passed out last night. In other words: he looks like hell.

Anton looked at Hector appraisingly, checking for signs that his professional expertise may be required.

"Good morning." He said cautiously.

Hector glared at Anton, "Oh yes, I'm sure it's a lovely day in the neighborhood. Is there coffee?"

Anton could not contain a huge grin: "Coffee? Officer, if there is one thing this house will never, ever, ever be short on, as long as I live, is coffee! I'll be right back."

And with that, he left for the kitchen.
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