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it out of the lobby.”
     
    “I agree. I am not saying I know how, I am just saying they are not coming for us and staying here can only mean one thing.”
     
    “Will you take me with you?  If you figure it out, can I come? I don’t want to live in Miami anymore.  Those two women in the car with me, that was my sister and my cousin. The rest of my family lives down here and none of them are picking up their phones.”
     
    “Yes, if I can figure out a way out, I will make sure to take you.”
     
    “Promise?”
     
    “Promise.  As a thanks for sticking up to Remington for me.” She smiles. It is the dead of night. I am in an office surrounded by strangers. I sit above streets swarmed with the undead. This girl’s smile gives me reason to hope.  I smile back and we both awkwardly look away, returning our eyes to the TV. 
     
    We wake up hours later, the last to wake up. Katrina has leaned her head against my shoulder as she slept. She notices this as I do and looks surprised and embarrassed.  I smile and she sits up.
     
    “Oh good, you two love birds are awake. We have a problem. The power is out,” says Remington, “I knew you should have scavenged the other floors sooner.”
     
    “And if we got stuck? No skin off your back, right? You have barely let this office,” I say. He smirks but offers no retort.
     
    “It is going to get real hot in here real soon. With all these windows, and that south Florida summer sun, we are going to cook before we can starve,” says Tom.
     
    “So we figure out a way to insulate this office,” says Anne.
     
    “Why don’t we just move into the interior offices and shut the doors to the outer offices,” says Katrina.
     
    “No, I want to stay here,” says Remington.
     
    “Whatever we are going to do, we need to act soon-before it is too hot,” I say.
     
    “Let’s do both,” says Tom, “did the kitchen have any aluminum foil?”
     
    “Yeah, a couple of rolls,” says Anne.
     
    “We put that on the windows facing the sun, right Tom?” I ask.
     
    “Yes, we could probably tape some card board boxes up too. It will keep out some of the heat. But we also spread into the two outer offices. We need the room and those offices might be cooler during the day.”
     
    “Not to change the subject, but have any of checked your phones? With no power, the Wi-Fi is down too and I am not getting a cell signal at all,” says Katrina.
     
    We all pull out our phones. None of us have service. It occurs to me I never got to talk to Sarah again, never got to make sure she was safe for Danny.
     
    “I don’t understand,” says Tom.
     
    “Is this like what you said last night?” asks Katrina. 
     
    Anne gives us a questioning look.  “Last night?  What did you say last night?”
     
    “The news said that zombie outbreaks are happening everywhere, but it is only in south Florida that the change is so fast. In other cities, people are only turning after a day or two. The military has managed to stop the spread of the Miami type zombie in central Florida. Phillip thinks the government may give up on us and quarantine south Florida-or worse.”
     
    “This definitely could be that,” says Tom.
     
    “I agree.  So we continue our short term plan on making this place work, maybe we need to be thinking how to get out of Miami,” I say.
     
    “And how the hell are we supposed to do that?” asks Remington, “are we just going to stroll out of the building and catch a waiting taxi.”
     
    “You can do that, but I think I have another plan,” I say.
     
    “Spit it out,” says Anne.
     
    “I just thought of it as we tried to figure out how to insulate these windows.  The streets are no good, but just a couple of blocks away is Biscayne Bay. I interviewed at this firm with dreams of having a view of that very bay.  I dreamed of watching sail boats go by. And that is our way out of here… a sail boat.”
     
    “That is ridiculous. I am staying right here,