( Empty besides the two of them. Mia moves for her desk, pulling out the tablet in there and turning it on as Sharpe informs her of the next stage in zombie preparedness.

Why, she asks herself as she grimaces, Did I end up living on the first floor when the zombie apocalpse finally hit? She's seen these movies. They always end remarkably poorly, particularly if the zombism is contageous.

Was it?

She places a hand on her hip, looking to the window, then back to Sharpe. )

We're talking about boarding up five windows. We're not going to have enough to hurricane proof this place, let alone zombie proof it.

( Still... )

Besides, I don't have a hammer and nails. Do you?

( Yet nothing's been broken into already, so she wonders... )

They haven't broken in yet. God knows how they're tracking people down... by sight? Can't be smell, they'd break in everywhere if it was.

( Don't mind her babbling as she types a brief message on the tablet and sends it out. )

If they're attracted to movement... we should pull the blinds and keep the lights off. Tack up blankets if we want a total blackout?

( Mia looks to Sharpe. Seriously, neither one of them looks particularly great right now, but her plan might sort of make sense. Yet Mia realizes she's looking for some kind of confirmation from this centuries before her time man. )