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individual phones with no luck. After ten rings, it stops but it immediately starts again. We are all searching around the office when I find the phone plugged in behind a chair.  The screen says “Sarah.”  My heart drops.  “Answer it,” says Anne, “she needs to know.”
     
    “Hello,” I say.
     
    “Oh baby, thank God you are alive. I am sorry I could not call sooner.  We have been running from house to house and my cell phone died. I just found a charger. I barely got it turned on when I called you,” says a woman I have never met. She is ecstatic. 
     
    “Sarah, Danny …”
     
    “Who is this?  Please put Danny on.”
     
    “Sarah, my name is Phillip Evans.  I was with Danny when this all happened.  We made it into a building on Brickell.”
     
    “Is Danny okay?  Is he hurt?  Why are you answering his phone?”
     
    “Danny didn’t make it Sarah. He saved us. I am so …”  Her wails overshadow my apologies. It is a considerable amount of time before she can talk again.”
     
    “Who is…who is this again?”
     
    “My name is Phillip. I go to the University of Miami with Danny. I was at the game with him.”
     
    “I was on my way to you guys when it reached us.”
     
    “Are you safe?”
     
    “We are in a gas station. We have had to run from house to house all night.  They kept getting in. I have not slept. There are bars on the front of the gas station, so they should be kept out for now. We have some food.”
     
    “Good. Try barring the other doors with whatever you can and covering any openings so they can’t see you.”
     
    “Okay.  Did he turn into one of those things?”
     
    “No, he died saving us. Can I keep your number and check in on you?  Maybe we can help each other.”
     
    “I would like that.  Thank you,” she hangs up.
     
    Anne is off talking to Remington. Despite everything, she still sees him as her superior. Katrina consoles me. She heard the conversation and asks “why did you lie to her about him turning into a zombie?”
     
    “Would you want to know the one you loved is one of those things?”
     
    “I guess you are right.  Just sucks they never got to see each other again.”
     
    We all watch the news. Officials are finally calling this a zombie-like outbreak. They are telling people to stay out of Florida. Officials are asked what the plan is to help those in Miami/south Florida.  The interview ends with a firm no comment. Everyone but Remington gets to work on finding supplies.
     
    Remington Flagler takes up the entire 20th floor. There is a kitchen with two refrigerators. Both of them are full with people's leftover lunches. We find some food in desks as well. We fill every container in the kitchen with water.  I empty out the garbage can and fill it with water too. I estimate we have enough supplies, even if we ration, to last maybe a week or two.
     
    We have even less luck finding weapons. Anne finds a small pistol in one of the attorneys’ offices. I am fairly certain she knew where it was. One of the offices has a lot of sports memorabilia and we are able to scavenge a baseball bat out of a glass case. Two of the offices have golf clubs. We take them, but I know that if they have to be used they won't hold up. The best find comes out of the office of one of the newer attorneys. It is a small replica samurai short sword – I've seen enough zombie shows to know how valuable that is, and I keep it for myself.  It has decorative red gems in the handle, which just happens to be shaped like a dragon. Remington tries to get Anne to give him the gun, but thankfully she refuses. He takes the baseball bat instead. Tom and Katrina each take a golf club. I suggest to each of them that if we can find something more durable, that they switch it out.
     
    "I don't think they're going to get in here anytime soon, but for now I think you should all keep your weapons on you at all times. I also don't think anyone should go off alone for any