Moe: The pier is a bit away from here though and the streets are crawling.

Brian: Yeah, we got stuck here because we needed to come and get Pauline’s supply of insulin. Otherwise we’d be back in our house, it’s safer there. We have a basement with food and more ammunition for this thing.

He puts the rifle down onto the ground. Almost throwing it in disgust that it failed him in his moment of need.

Moe: I see. But I think we’d be all much safer away from the mainland completely. If a hundred of these guys came knocking it’d be hard to keep them out.

He looks up as he notices something. Two of the local lads are on an adjacent rooftop waving over to them.