Hal looked over at the field, the old high school was big and so were the grounds, so the place could at least provide them some much needed stability. "Could find some lumber and build a smoke house, you'd be surprised how long beef jerky would last."

"I'll come a long sure, I've never had a chance to come out this far before, and I'm wondering if there's any ponds or streams," suggested Hal, as he slipped his hand into his pocket to see about how much ammo he had on him.

"But, I know we're not too far from the bay, so if you're willing to risk eating some seafood or bagging a few ducks we can just head north a little," Hal continued with checking his rounds, and frowned. "Damn problem with a gun, there's always more of them no matter how much spare ammo you got in your pockets."