I tried not to think about my lack of underwater supplies, but honestly, it never occurred to me that I would be going into the zombie's natural environment. Not willingly at least.
The place where we were might offer some good supplies, seeing as it appeared to be one of those small, seaside villages that might only see tourists in the summer, but in the winter, it would be deserted.
We followed the signs to the beach and that was when we hit pay dirt. There were several… shacks… for lack of a better term that lined the beach, each one promising either fishing supplies, scuba gear, surfing, or whatever else a tourist might want to do on an ocean vacation.
