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Mike checked his memory at the inquiry of ammunition, made by the blonde woman named Charlotte. He had fired three rounds initially when he had first opened the door to allow the others’ in, then either two or three in the hallway after, he couldn’t remember. It all seemed a hazed blur now. Aside from the remaining rounds in his gun, he had three more clips at his belt. “I should have enough, yes,” he said to Charlotte ,”at least to get you folks to the garage.”

It was then that the bearded American with long hair spoke up, and what he said Mike found to be nothing but hard possibility. Whatever this outbreak was, it surely wasn’t just limited to the resort the more he thought about it. He knew the city wouldn’t exactly be Friendly Square, but surely all of Moresby hadn’t fallen to this. Had it? The very idea sent a sharp chill up Mikes’ spine and made him shudder. The metal image of the entire city being overrun by these... creatures, was unbearable. Thousands of people reduced to half-devoured corpse piles and walking nightmares, their groans and snarls a devilish chorus echoing the city.

Mike sighed raggedly and and stepped forward. Everyone was more or less venting their own opinions on what course of action to take. The bearded man seemed unfavored towards Moresby, but had suggested that if they did go there to use the sewers or some underground method. “I wouldn’t recommend the sewers,” Mike said ,”in truth, not even Moresby. I mean I say there might be refugee centers but... maybe not. There is an airport at Moresby, but I doubt that any of you lot are pilots and who’s to say it isn’t overrun as well. You may be rght, mate, Moresby... I don’t know... I just don’t know...”

Frustration caused Mikes’ temples to throb. He hated the idea of directing these people to the city only to send them into a death trap. But what if he was right in regards to survivors and refugee centers? What if they tried to go somewhere else and ended up dead when Moresby in fact was the safer choice? No one inside the resort had any idea as to the situation across the rest of the island, and that was the source of his uncertainty. 

The man with Charlotte also chimed in, and he too was against the Moresby plan. It was then that he mentioned the beach... [i]Of course![/i]
Mike waited for him to finish speaking, taking in every word the man said. [i]Quite the natural leadership skills...[/i] he thought to himself. Mike had no intention of leaving himself, he had things here still that needed to be handled, but this fellow it seemed had what it took to get the rest to safety.

Mike stepped forward and raised his hand slightly like a school boy before speaking ,”You said the beach,” he pointed his finger at Cole ,”That-[b]that[/b]-might be your best bet mate. You and whiskers here are right about Moresby, ‘not a great idea. Too many ‘what-if’s’. But there’s a lighthouse near the resort beach ya’ see, and not twenty minutes before Perkins over here showed up I was getting some warbled radio contact from there. I’m thinking there’s’ someone there, and-!”

Mike stopped and abruptly, his eyes lighting up with a proverbial “ah-ha” and he ran over to a nearby billboard, just beside the control panel that he was manning earlier. He reached up and with a slight [i]pop[/i] snatched down a [u][ur=https://i.ibb.co/MpNMkwt/EDC096-A4-0-C16-47-E8-8-D2-A-A67-A83664447.jpg]map[/url][/u] and hurried back over to the huddled people, tripling slightly over Carters’ discarded crowbar though ignoring the fact completely. He held the map out in both arms in front of himself and the others. 

“Here’s the lighthouse.” he pointed to a small circular marking northeast of the gas station marked on the map. It sat at the top of a cliff that could be reached by traversing up a winding road. He suddenly pointed to the blonde woman who had been patching up the bearded man, “You said ‘marina’,” he then pointed to the top fat left of the map ,”there’s an old marina here, can’t say if there’s any operating boats there, but it’s worth checking. That’d be an immediate ticket off the island if you could find one.”

He then pointed to the marked hotel bungalows and Golden Beach, “I’d stay away from there,” he then pointed to Diamond Beach and the accompanying bungalows that sat out over the water ,”there... I’m not too sure about mate. And there off to the left is the main highway leading to Moresby...” he looked at Cole and the others questioningly.

“I can open the garage door outside from here, but I’ll need to stay here and seal it back up. I can give you my gun,” he said to Cole ,”There’s an elevator down the hall that leads straight to the garage. Its up to you folks...” he said finally.