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van already.  We did grab all the firewood bundles that were stacked outside. And we picked up plenty of food for Thor 
         The angry zombie fell right out of the van when we opened the door.  He was easy to dispatch.  We could see a wound on his arm where he had been bitten.  It remineded me suddenly of Mike’s father, Micheal and how he had been bitten just steps from the bus doors and safety.  There was a hastily scribbled note on the passenger seat.  I felt guilty reading it, knowing it wasn’t for me.
    Gail,
         I’m sorry.  I messed up bad.  Hope you live a long life.  I love you.
    Rob
    Dec 26
     
         “That was five days ago,” I said.  “I wonder why they haven’t come looking for these people?”
         “Maybe they did,” said Tom.  “maybe they didn’t make it either.”
         “They could’ve been overrun at home.”
         “Maybe they did make it here but didn’t find the note.”
         “I don’t think they’d have left the supplies.”
        “Good point.”
         “What’s next, Ryan?’ asked Mike.
         “Well, there’s a Whole Foods right across the street.”
         “Aren’t they known for their organic, fresh, wholesome stuff?”
         “Yeah.”
         “All of that will be rotted by now, and then some.  We might not make it two feet in the door”
         “You’re probably right but it seems silly not to check.”
         The Whole Foods did not look like it had been broken into but there just a ton of cars parked in the lot.  Most of them had zombies inside.
         “Why did people come to Whole Foods for the Zombie Apocalypse?” asked John.
         “I dunno.  It’s Mount Pleasant.  A lot of people shopped here.  Maybe they thought there a natural cure for the flu vaccine problem.”
         “Maybe,” said Tom.  “There’s still gonna be a lot of zombies in there.  And as you agreed, not much for us.”
         “Okay, I’ve always told you guys to speak up when there was something you didn’t like.  Tom says no.  Mike?”
         “I’m with Tom.  There’s probably a lot of risk and no reward.”
         “All right, I won’t push.  But, we’re not full and we need more stuff.  There’s a Publix about a mile away.  Let’s go take a look.”  I turned to Keith.  “How’s the cargo van on gas?”
         “Almost Full.”  Keith was driving the new van.  Mike had the RV and Tom and I were in the bus.
         “Okay.  Stay close.”
         The drive should’ve taken five minutes.  Thirty minutes later we pulled into the Publix lot.
         But, it looked as though the effort was worth it.  There were only a dozen or so cars and the doors looked intact.  I don’t know why it hadn’t been looted.  But the sign on the door said the store closed the day I got worried; the day Sam, the kids and I hit the Bi-Lo on Johns Island.  The manager must’ve seen the writing on the wall like I did.  The doors were locked; we’d have to break the glass.  But, otherwise same plan as usual.  Old hat at this point.  Except you never got used to it.
         Mike took out his tomahawk and made a swing at the door.  It cracked.  It was some work to get all the glass out.  But, there were no zombies.  Instead a wretched smell attacked us from inside the store.  We all stepped back and vomited.
         The plan was to go in and keep to the side away from the veggies and as far from the meats as possible.  That really didn’t matter much.  We needed hazmat suits to do this right.  We rotated.  Each person went in and grabbed something with a shopping cart then took a turn guarding the door for fresh air.  It was slow, but we filled our vehicles in about an hour.
         It was tough driving the bus back to Patriot’s Point.  Too much weight.
         When we pulled back into the lot near the boat we found two zombies that had wandered