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Martin grabbed his pipe. "Fine, explaining how you're wrong later."

Murdock looked at the others there in the church after having some time to himself to think. In all honesty, this was probably not the best place to be. No real weapons, no real defenses, and hardly any food or other supplies. Not to mention--given enough time--that they'd start to go mad or become upset with each other without anything to occupy themselves. People always seemed to forget that during a long-term crisis, entertainment was just as important as a rations stockpile.

"You know, we probably shouldn't stay here or make any plans to stay here. It's not a very safe or promising locale, all things considered. We might want to consider relocating, and we certainly need to consider collecting proper equipment and supplies for a long-term holdout." He spoke loud enough to ensure everyone could hear.

((Sorry about the late post, major projects were due))

"Excuse me but i've been holding out in this church just fine." Drusilla was more than a bit upset with this Grigori person. Insulting her church. "In fact, i've been here for over a month on my own and I was here for two months with the nuns." Although, that may have been because she was catholic.

"Besides, any refridgeration system would be broken unless we got power to it. Meaning we'd have to make it to the power plant on the otherside of town and one of us would have to know how to work the damn thing." She sighed a bit then, knowing that they were probably right. "Personally I'd rather go to some place in the middle of no where with lots of room to try growing something."

Jake heard the sounds and decided to stop trying to talk people into coming and just take those who will. “All right I'm getting out of here, if you want to come you can but I'm going to the hospital no ifs, ands, or buts.” He pointed to the pale young woman and said, “She's already called shotgun so everyone else get in the back. If anyone can use a mg then take it; however, watch out. I'm running low on ammo for it.” Jake walked out out the back of the library and got in his truck. As he buckled up, he saw the pale woman in the seat next to him. “I don't think we introduced each other, I'm Jake Warren, what's your name?”

"I'm not arguing that fact, ma'am," was Grigori's reply to the teacher. "What I am arguing is how safe this place will be were we required to stay another 6 months or a year, and it's quite possible we may need sustainable shelter even longer than that. A rural area would be much better than this city, like you said. We'd be able to supply our own crops, and if we managed to make it to a flat region, we'd have much better visibility. As it is, we can't hardly see more than ten feet without obstacles, and obstacles mean hiding places--and not just for those rotting bastards either." He looked around them, making sure he had their attention. "I mean no offense, but this place simply can't provide. There isn't enough food to keep just the four of us going for more than a week, and then we have to make trips to WalMart. Definitely not a good idea to keep our resources in a building other than our safehouse. Not wise at all."

s**t, he thought. I was more right than I thought I was. "Looks like we might have to wait on the plans on work on a temporary fix because that sort of a racket can only mean that something big wants in. Might I suggest we leave before it gets what it wants?" While waiting for an answer, he strode up to the nearest chair and turned it over so that the legs were up in the air. He then gripped one leg with both hands, planted a boot on the bottom of the chair, and gave it a hefty yank. With much splintering and rather audible cracking, it came free. It wasn't much in the way of defense, but it was something. "I--for one--am in no mood to be munched, certainly not here. It'd be far too ironic."

"Lilith, resident insomniac." She looked the part too, and suddenly felt too weak to be holding that stiff metal crowbar. "I agree with the delinquent looking one." She buckled herself in and saw the zombified rabbits jump into the library, oh, lovely.

"Unscathed." She replied plainly, answering his first question. "Oh, I was doing normal stuff, psychoanalyzing some convicts, making car payments and trying to buy a semi-livable house." Lilith's words were quick and to the point, and some strange sarcasm bubbled in them.