The sun was starting to set, and that was when the radio crackled to life.
“Hello? Hello? Anybody there? Are the guys who threw the radio to us still there? Hello?” The voice sounded frantic.
Duncan picked up the radio. “Hello, we read you. How are you all doing?” He looked at Tommy and me when we came over to hear.
“We’re okay for now, but we’re running out of food. We’ve been rationing for a week now, and are nearly out. Any way you can get some to us?”
Duncan looked at Tommy, who shook his head. “Negative, it’s too risky right now. How many people are up there?”
The answer stunned us all. “We’ve got sixty-two people on the second floor of four houses. We’ve been going back and forth with the ladders. The zombies know we’re here and won’t leave.”
It was my turn to shake my head. “Can’t get them out without serious help. Do they have vehicles?” I asked.
Duncan asked the question to the person on the radio. “No, our vehicles are gone. A group passing through took them two weeks ago.” the voice said sadly.
I ground my teeth in frustration. People suck, I thought. A thought occurred to me. We could get them out, and moving, but we were going to have to do it soon. I reached over for the radio.
“Hello?” I said.
“Yes?” came the reply.
“Do you have any weapons?” I asked, formulating a plan as I spoke.
“Yes, we have about fifteen guns and everyone has a weapon of some kind”
I raised my eyebrows. That was a lot more that I ever had expected. “Do you have any ammo?”
“We have about four shots each. We used a lot when we set up our little forts.” the radio said back.
I hoped it would be enough. “I have a plan, but it’s going to take a serious concentrated effort. We’ll talk again tomorrow. Can you hang on until then?”
The voice sounded determined. “We’ve made it this far. What time?”
“I’ll call you back at 8 am. Turn off the radio so you don’t waste batteries. Out.”
“Will do. Out.” The voice sounded off.
Tommy and Duncan looked at me. “We have some planning to do, and I for one, am tired of playing nice with these decaying bastards.”
“What’s the plan then?” Tommy asked.
“Simple.” I said. “We kill them all.”
Planning became lively after that, and we talked and long into the night.