The bingo crowd scanned their cards frantically. But, no one seemed to have it.
"I need a better number than that Mike!" someone in the crowd yelled out.
Mike nodded. He was a large man who worked as a nursing assistant by day and dressed in a traditional black tuxedo to entertain the seniors as the emcee for Bingo in the early evening. He spun the handle of the bingo cage vigorously to tumble the balls about until another rolled out of the selector. Beside him sat Betty--a young lady who served as a nursing home administrator. She looked nervously out at the crowd.
"G15!" the emcee called out. "Anyone have G15?"
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"Bingo! Bingo! I have it!" a gray haired old lady exclaimed with excitement.
"Congrats! Miss Higgins. You've one this can of SPAM."
The crowd looked at Miss Higgins angrily and hungrily.
"Damn it," one old man cursed under his breath. "I just needed one more square."
"Don't worry folks," the emcee said. "We collected a few more cans on the last run!"
"We need vegetables, too." a grandma in a mou mou dress complained bitterly.
"You know this is not the best idea we ever had," the emcee whispered to the nursing home administrator.
"Mike, I thought they would like it," she whispered shaking her head.
"Don't fret folks!" the man said loudly into the microphone. "We'll go out this week, kill more zombies, and bring back more food."
"You better," another old lady piped up. "I'm almost out of Cream of Wheat."
"What happened to the National Guard?" Betty whispered.
"I don't know," Mike replied quietly. "It's hell out there."
In the microphone, the emcee announced, "Alright, clear your cards for a new game!"
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