Billie pocketed the joint as she put the towels next to the liquors.

"Little ones, oh man, I'm sorry. But what the fuck is with the zombies outside? I was on a bender of sorts. I got high, passed out. My granny--Oh shit!"

Billie went to her grandmother's room and found a medkit near her closet. She came back out and then opened the medkit, finding pills, ointments, and finally gauze and medical tape. 

"Here you go, El... Super... Hombre."

[i]How long ago did her grandmother leave? Was she OK?
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Update

Billie heard more growling and footsteps outside as someone was screaming bloody murder.

Thinking about her grandmother, Billie went to the door, grabbed her shovel, and looked through the peephole.

She stepped away and looked about five shades paler as she looked over at El Superhombre. Instead of saying anything, she started to grab the nearest piece of furniture--the dining room table--and pulled it towards the door. 

"So, status update--we're trapped, my dude."

Billie then went and grabbed one of the dining chairs and brought it over to block the door.

She hoped the furniture would hold and buy them time. 

[color=ec008c][b]Billie went to her grandmother's room and looked around for her Glock.
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[i]She wouldn't have taken it with her to the store, would she?[/i]