Pam lay on the ground. She was sure three ribs were cracked. Her right leg was numb. Gone? She turned her head to glance at it, bleary. No. Her leg was still there. But boy, would it need work if she ever wanted to use it again.

She could hear the massive brute roar as it trundled through their defenses. She wasn't even sure how it happened. Where it came from. How did she get in this mess again? What was that thing?

Right. It was a tank. Green flu hit. And it was just her and her best friend against hoards of zombies. She groaned. Moving to stand before the commons could pick off what was left of her. Burning pain seared up her leg and into her hip. She whimpered. But drew her rifle to her side.

She could hear her friend firing bullets like a mad woman. Screaming for her to get up. To please not die. Pam drew her weapon to her shoulder. "HEY! UGLY!"

It turned to her. Fuming. Charging her down. It was in this moment, she started to reflect on their decisions. On what got them into this damn mess. As she aimed for the only weak spot she could see. And fired.
*

"WE COULD GET ARRESTED FOR THIS!" Pam staggered, slipping and tripping back. The door of the shower slammed in her face. Locking her in the small lavatory.

"ROXY!" She screeched. Slamming her fist against the hard plastic of the small room.

"What!? You've never gone mud bogging in an RV before!?" The woman laughed maniacally. Pam just sprawled against the room wide eyed. It was a good thing she was in a glorified outhouse. Because she was feeling sick.

"We're going to tip at this rate!" Pam finally slammed her way out the door scrambling for her insane friend.

She was easily knocked into the passenger seat with a sharp turn. Roxy had decided it'd be amazing to take an Old RV and rip it through town with and towards the nearest mudflat she could find.

Pam was genuinely amazed they weren't being followed by the police. In fact they didn't seam to be the only ones driving like maniacs today. Glancing out the window she eyed several vehicles filled with odd amounts of supplies. Children packed up like little luggage cases.

"Hey um... In't the traffic kind of weird today?" She glanced at Roxy, who was just noticing the same thing.

"Yyyyeaaah. Turn on the radio would ya?" Pam obliged with a small huff.

*Report unusual behavior, and barricade your homes. And avoid all contact with infected individuals. We will return to you with official instructions as to how to evacuate shortly.* The girls glanced at one another.

"Turn the channel over. Maybe we can get more info." Roxy slowed her pace and made a turn for home. If they were going to evacuate, they had to pack shit up first.

Pam switched the channels and froze when she finally caught the news. *-Green flu has somehow jumped the border. Officials believe an infected refugee is to blame for the spread. However no official statement has been made. Authorities say that the outbreak will be slowed significantly by the over all topography. However, the major cities close to the border are being evacuated as an extra measure.*

Pams palm slammed into the dash. "Evacuate my ass! Where are we going to go? Inland? What happens when we over crowd there?"

Roxy grimaced. Slowing outside their homes. "They said major cities. So... We don't have to go immediately. Maybe we can hole out a while?"

"We're right on the border Rox. I mean RIGHT the fuck on the border. We can't afford NOT to move." The RV slowed to a halt. Both women leaning back.

"So... Let's make a plan." The smaller woman suggested.

"Right. First up. Google. Let's figure out how hard we're being hit. We'll make a plan from there." They pulled into Pams drive and almost instantly she whipped the laptop out.

Rox crossed the street in the RV and began loading it with everything they'd need. Food, water, shot gun. The essentials. With all her research in place, Pam heaved a sigh. Making her way out the moment she could.

"How bad?" Her friend just stared at her. Eyes twitching with worry.

"We're in an Okay spot. It's not ideal, but it's going to last us. Actually. You remember the old property my Nanna had?"

"You still got the deed to it?"

"Yeah. It's got a well. It's got good farm land. We could set it up nice and pretty. Keep the RV in case we need to bug out." She headed back in. Packing the essencials.

Each trip up the rough path to the old farm was long. Agonizing. With people fleeing the cities and towns in a frantic blur. They moved what ever they could. Spending the night in the RV.

Pam woke to Roxy leaning on the window. "I haven't seen a car for about three hours now." She mumbled. "Coffee's on the table."

"You saint." Pam snatched up her cup and sat down across from Roxy. "What's in your head?"

"We can't just garden to survive this. What if there's a blight? Or a poor yield?" She gazed over the large orchard that only really bore fruit in the summer.

"Okay. So you're suggesting?" She quirked a brow.

"We're going to look around. See if we can't find any livestock someone left." Roxy nodded once.

Pams face scrunched up, a grimace crossing her features. She set her mug down for a moment. "Yeah. Okay. But even they have their seasons."

The redhead glared at her. "You got a better idea?" Roxy's tone was low. Not exactly threatening, but Pam knew this woman long enough. It was when she didn't sound dangerous that she was at her most.

"No ma'm." Pam took another long drink from the warm liquid. How long would they even have this for? Coffee? Thoughts for later.

"Then we gotta go. Did you sell the old truck?" Roxy eyed the garage with a sigh.

"No. Couldn't find a buyer. Still have a trailer too... We should set up defenses." She leaned on the wall. Curling up.

Rox stood, patting Pams shoulder with a forced smile. "Tell you what. We'll scrap some of the places that aren't occupied."

Making their way into town. There was an eerie silence. Neither of the girls had brought a weapon. They'd yet to see a single infected. There was no real reason to carry one for now. Besides, it was better to save the ammo.

Breaking into a pet store was their first decision, once they'd found the right one. Pam took a carrier from the back wall. Using her height to her advantage for once. Typical of any back water town, there was a healthy supply of young chicks. Little hens and roosters in the making happily scampered up to see what kind of foods were available.

Sweeping the carrier down, Pam began scooping them in systematically. They'd require work. And food. Luckily chickens were surprisingly effective hunters. All they needed was a decent place to roam. Hopefully they wouldn't run out of grain...Grain. "Hey. Grab a cat!"

"You're allergic!" Roxy had carried several bags of different kibbles and feeds into the truck. Loading it heavily. It was almost comical, watching the shorter woman wobble away two or three heavy bags.

Pam Shook her head. She was going to have to deal with the sniffles for a while. That would be fine. They were going to be mostly outdoor cats anyhow. "I'll deal. We don't want mice in the feed."

Roxy scanned the cages and crates until she heard two tiny voices mewling. She grinned, reaching into the little pen. "What do we want? Orange tabby or a fancy pants?" The woman lifted two kittens by the scruff.

"Those the only two?" Pam judged the kittens heavily, leaning back. They both LOOKED healthy. She'd have to pick up some kind of book on veterinary medicine.

"Yep." Rox flicked her gaze between them.

"Take 'em both. Hell take anything you think we can keep. It's all going to be useful SOMEHOW." She pulled a carrier down for the kittens. Smiling at both bundles of fur a moment.

The girls continued their scavenging for a while longer. being sure to pick the store clean of anything they could use. This included some of the medicines on the counters. Pam became so focused on the task at hand, she hadn't noticed her companions disappearance around a corner. Until... "THERE'S A PIG!" Roxy scrambled back, nearly climbing Pam to get out of the way.

"GAH wait! wha- When... HUH?" The taller woman was ushered like a shield to a small enclosure around the corner. Pams eyes landed on the pen, a portly little pot belly pig investigated the pair. "...Just the one?"

Roxy ducked behind her back. Scowling from behind the lankier woman. "Who cares!? We are NOT taking it!" She snarled.

Pam couldn't help but snicker. Turning to her friend. "You like bacon don't you?"

She received a smack on the back of the head. The shorter woman fuming. "You know I hate pigs!"

"Alright I'll deal with it. But meat's meat. If we can find another it'll be worth keeping. Breeding even! If not...Bacon. Sad to say." She lifted the animal with no small amount of effort.

In the end, they had dozens of animals locked in the house and barn. They even managed to rescue a very small head of cattle from an abandoned ranch. Though. How long they could feed them for, was iffy.

Pam had almost immediately gone to building basic defenses. Heaving a long sigh. She had managed to load a rescued dog up with supplies. It just seamed overjoyed to be included. Tongue hanging out as it stared at the woman adoringly.

"Well Scraps." She pulled a hammer from the dogs bag and began nailing another heavy beam onto the developing wall. "We haven't a lot of time to do this. So if you need to take a rest. I don't wanna hear it."