On the side of the road, by an abandoned house, sits an old ford ranger.

The sun drops a little lower in the sky, as Willis spots the truck. 

"There it is Jane!"

*Willis notices he's shouting, and lowers his voice.*

"That's my truck for sure, and it don't look like anyone's home, so we've hit a spot of luck. Looks like we'll be on the road again by night."

"NO."
Jane protests.

"It's too dark, and you don't know what's in there. Let's get back to the beach while the getting's good! We can always come back for the truck later!"

*Willis turns and faces Jane*

"Listen to me! Even just travelin' on the coast ain't gonna keep us safe forever! The sooner we get the truck, the sooner we can arm ourselves better, and get to some shelter. Now I'm going in there, and there ain't a thing you can do to stop me."

*Jane sighs after a short silence*

"I've got your back..."

*Willis and Jane sneak up to the front door of the house, guns in hand. Both being careful to not draw any attention to themselves, in case someone is watching for intruders.*

"Ready?"

*Jane nods*

Willis opens the door slowly, and finds the kitchen light on.

"He's probably just off somewhere taking a shit, we've got to hurry."

*Jane reaches down and pulls up a set of keys from the coffee table*

"These them?"