If I don't continue it now it'll stay tied forever! A good thing Peter isn't in immediate danger, you saw what happened to Tina when the vote was tied too long!
"Ok, I know where there is a drugstore in the area, but we still need to get back to the Convent as soon as possible. We're not safe here, we don't know how many zombies are lurking around and we're not in a state to handle a serious fight. We will build a fire to signal our position tonight, we need that help and you know it. I'll tell you where to look after we have a neat pile of wood to work with."
The doctor protested, but he knew obeying me was the quickest way to get me to talk, so he accepted to wait. Soon, Larry was smashing a porch apart with a sledge hammer for the planks, only to discover there was already firewood stacked under it. He laughed, and proceeded to finish his demolition work for the laugh. I cringed; I prefered to destroy as little as possible in case we - or other survivors - were to need these things in the future.
While the others worked, I tried giving a good example by cleaning the store we'd be staying at least a few more hours in. A small building with two corpses and vomit all over the floor wasn't fun to stay in. While I was at it, I also threw the perishable food I found, though it had long dried or decomposed into a harmless looking dust. The effort made me realise that brain trauma was kind of a big deal; I got dizzy and even had to get out to throw up some bile. I snatched some mineral water off the shelves and sat - oops, Joe wants a bottle too - and sat with the other injured. We talked a bit, you know, between vegetables, but I fell asleep soon after, and I hear the others barely noticed.
When I woke up, Robert made sure I was still as ok as my condition allowed, and asked me for the directions for the drugstore. It was complicated, my mental map of the area wasn't complete, but I knew if they walked in a certain direction they'll cross a commercial street in more or less ten minutes, from which they should see a certain tall building the store would be at the first floor of. I insisted to have only one healthy man staying with us, but Robert laughed it off and left with an escort of two: why drag more men than there were guns to shoot?
When the sun began to touch the horizon, I stuffed paper under the pile of wood and cracked a match. Flawless victory! Flames soon spread, and wouldn't need more wood before a while. I sat there blissfully, leaving the bother of patrolling to Sandra, whose head didn't spin whenever she turned around. Fire. Fun. I thought of going back in the store to find something to roast, but there wasn't probably anything interesting. I doze off again, then woke up inside. The doctor had returned soon after I fell asleep, with a shiny new medicine kit, and a gang of lovely new companions. His escort had survived too, but spent out their ammunition on the zombies and were now in flight mode. They were only slow zombies, but thirty of them was a lot, and the ammunition we left here wasn't enough to take them all.
1) We can last several days here, and the fire will last a few hours without maintenance, the Convent will surely send help soon.
2) Attract them all to the main entrance and exit through the back door (or vice versa, wichever works) running to a larger building zombies would have a harder time surrounding and plan on from them. With luck, there'd even be more weaponry there!
3) Slow zombies can be killed by hitting them hard on the skull, we can find a way to take them one at a time instead of having them crowding us.