Anita kept a firm grip on her keys until she got to the door of her apartment. It only took her two tries of her frigid hand to unlock the door.
"Thank God for small miracles, we're here and there isn't anything dangerous waiting inside my apartment."
She shrugged.
"It's happened before. Gotta be careful."
She peeled off her soaking wet jacket and held a hand out to Jack for his.
"I'll go hang them up in the bathroom to drip and dry. If you'd like to get out some fortification, a winerack full of some nice bottles appeared a few weeks ago. I think it was some sort of apology from the City for locking me inside for a month during the zombie crises. Help yourself to anything you find in the fridge, too."