Paige took a break in her chopping wood for the stove to wipe some sweat from her brow. She glanced out over the fields. Still empty. That was a reassuring and calming sight. She went back to work. She raised the axe up and then brought it down. She bent down to pick up another piece of wood.

"Looks like you could use a drink."

Paige turned towards the farmhouse and grinned. She took the glass of lemonade, the ice cubes clinking as she lifted it up to her lips. She took a big gulp. "Thanks, Han."

"No problem." Hanna was sipping on her own glass, studying her. Paige ducked her head bashfully. She was still a little shy when people watched her. Especially since all she was in was dusty jeans and a work shirt that had belonged to The Farmer, drenched in sweat.

These days people were Hanna. Just Hanna and her.

"We're running low on gas." Hanna took another sip.

"Tomorrow we'll go on a run." Paige downed the rest of the cool lemonade.

It was going to get harder and harder to find fuel to run the generator. They didn't use it that often, so they had been able to make the farm's fuel storage last. They both knew in the future, they'd have to go without electricity. But until then they could enjoy some small pleasures like ice cubes and music every once and a little while.

Stumbling across the farm was a Godsend. It had everything they needed to survive. A vegetable garden and a lemon tree. A hen house. Goats. A generator. And a lot of food already stored up in the cellar.

Paige had been a little weary of staying there too long. But Hanna wanted to stay. And after traveling with her for three years, Paige couldn't say no to Hanna. The two of them had been on the farm for almost four years now.

Surviving.

"Oh." Hanna was looking over her shoulder. She turned around. There was a figure stumbling towards the farm in the distance. It was still a ways off but she could see the rotting flesh and exposed bone. It was missing an arm.

"I'll take care of it." Paige nodded to Hanna and walked towards it with axe in hand. The lurcher had gotten stuck at the fence, pressing forward but not getting anywhere. When it saw Paige, it groaned and flailed it's arm, trying to reach her. She swung back and brought the axe into the side of it's head. With a hard jerk of her arms, she pulled the axe free.

The lurcher stilled.