Snippet Sunday

Three years have passed since the outbreak that had reanimated the dead. And yet humans, being resourceful creatures, are still alive. On a remote island in the pacific, live a band of survivors from the United States. The island had once been a secret military base. It was left long ago, and a group of pot growing hippies had taken over. They greeted the refugees with open arms. And now as the dead ran the world, they had found themselves in their own utopia.
Men and women sat along the soft sand beach sunbathing, fishing and making nets. Charlain, saved from the siege of Beverly Hills, now lay darkening in the sun wishing for a frappuccino. She pushed her blond hair to the right side, as she pushed up her sunglasses to watch some of the men fish. Everyone always hung out around Base waiting for the scavenger boat that had left two weeks ago for the mainland.
Dirk bitterly pulled the net from the ocean, dropping the content into the boat. He had wanted to go this time to the mainland. But still he had been told he had to stay behind as always. He was so bored here, zombie bashing would be a different change. He tossed the net back over the side of the boat, the sun making his chocolate colored bare chest and arms gleam from the sweat. He looked out at the people on the beach. And then his eyes went to Base. Maybe he could go next time.
Donner lay back in the old beat-up chair by the radio. He was on duty, sort of. Late spring and the heat beat down scorching them. The radio squealed, making him sit up.