He held the binoculars to his eyes for a long time, methodically scanning the shore. “It looks clear. Where exactly is the grocery store?"”
“Just on the other side of that brown office building.” He pointed, but the skipper didn’t notice. “There’s a fence between that parking lot and the water, but…”
“I see it. We’ve got wire-cutters. You’re sure there’s food?”
“Two weeks ago the place was still stocked. We only got one cartfull out though.”
“Zombies?”
“Couple dozen, then. Now? I dunno.”
The skipper shrugged. “Okay.” He turn to the teenager at the helm. “Take us in, Bobby.”
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