I awoke this morning to the sounds of Ken and Cole arguing over whether or not we should get a car. It was getting pretty heated until Tonya ran over and separated them. Cole wanted to get a car; Ken did not. They both had very valid points, but I am sick of walking, so my vote was for a car. Tonya cast her vote with Ken, so we were deadlocked. We were in a sort of stand off. No one would budge on the issue. I know Tonya wanted a car, but Ken saved her life, so she felt like she owed him something. It's not that I was on Cole's side; it's just that my lazy ass did not want to walk any more. We all stood in an old tool shed we had found in someone's backyard, facing each other, tempers rising. I guess the sounds of arguing had attracted the attention of a few nearby zombies, because before any of us knew it, the building was surrounded. We chose this place because it had no windows and only one door. Plus there were quite a few power tools lying around. We had no idea how many were outside, but we knew there were quite a few.
