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"Candice looks like your mother you know," said Angela, throwing another log on the fire.
"Well who do I look like then," said Georgette.
"Your father," said Angela. "It unfortunate I didn't get to know them better, I helped your mother do laundry and we talked a lot. Not a lot about her past I'm afraid, just about how you and Candice were doing." Georgette smiled, staring into the flames. Angela laughed and said
"She used to tell me how great of a big sister you were, trying to carry Candice everywhere even though you were far too little."
"Did you ever talk to my dad?" she asked.
"Not much," said Angela. "He was the one who often went out on runs with the other men and kept watch on the camp so we never crossed pathes often. Sometimes I would watch you two for your mother and he'd come get you guys for her."
"How'd you guys stay protected from walkers in the camp?"
"We had a big fence around the whole place. It looked like it used to be some sort of campground so we just built cabin for all of the families and settled there." Georgette may not of remembered the attack on the camp but she certainly remembered being held prisoner for a year.
"Where are we going Angela?" asked Georgette. They were in a long line of people waiting to be loaded onto a bus. Angela held a sleep Candice in her arms as she held onto Georgette's hand. Angela forced a smile at the little girl and said
"We're going to our new home."
"Where's that?" she asked.
"I don't know," she said, "We'll just have to wait and see." Angela knew very well where they were going. To be prisoners, to suffer until they starved. It was a second holocaust. Soon it was their turn to be loaded onto the bus. It was overcrowded and she kept a tight grip on Georgette and Candice. If she lost them she would be devastated. She remembered the look on their mother's dying face and her last words to her. "Take care of them." Angela shivered at the ghostly thought.
A man stood at the front of the bus.
"EVERYBODY SIT THE FUCK DOWN!" he yelled. She felt little Georgette whimper at his outburst. "You're lucky we allowed you people to live!"
Georgette sat on the floor of her cell. She was freezing, She was still wearing the same pajamas she'd been wearing when she fled the camp. The only thing keeping her warm was her daddy's jacket which she pulled tightly around her, trying to not let any of her body hear escape. She heard her stomach let out a loud growl. She hadn't eaten in two days, all she'd had was water. A man came into her cell and without a word he picked her up by the arm.
"Hey let go of me!" She punched at the man's sides who gave her violent shake.
"Shut up you little brat!"She kept her mouth shut as he brought her into another cell. Sitting at a table inside was Angela. They roughly set Georgette down on the floor in front of the table and shut the cell door.
"Are you gonna tell us where the other half of your group went?" Angela shoke her head no. She knew if she told them they'd just go destroy and loot them. The man picked Georgette up off the ground and pulled out a knife and held it to her throat. Angela gasped in horror. "Tell us where the prison is." Angela let out a sob. Georgette felt the knife dig deeper into her flesh. Soon small ruby beads of blood started to seep out from the knife's blade. That was all it took for Angela to cave. While she hadn't been involved in the plans for the group to move she knew the general area they were in. Georgette was dropped to the ground once they had found out exactly what they wanted to know. Georgette crawled over to Angela who picked her up and held her tightly in a hug. The men left them in the cell, locking the door on the way out.
Georgette woke up early the next morning. She sat up and saw her sister still asleep on the bed across the room. She swung her legs out from under the covers, the cold air biting at her bare skin. She stood up and went over to the dresser and pulled her clothes out. She pulled on a pair of jeans, boots and a heavy sweater. She grabbed her gun on the way out and went downstairs. She poured herself a bowl of cereal and went out onto the back enclosed porch. The morning air was cold and she could smell snow on the air. The sun was rising over the mountains, casting a deep orange and yellow hue over the field. She pulled a large textbook out of her bag and flipped open onto the page she had marked. It was a large American history book she had taken from a school they had broken into. She had never lived in a world were things were peaceful or where she went to school and was taught about the country's history. She wanted to know as much as possible. Maybe when she was was done with American history she could find a world history textbook. She heard the door open and Candice sat down in the chair next to her.
"Whatcha reading about?" she said curiously.
"The Revolutionary War," said Georgette. Candice leaned close over her shoulder, too close for comfort. With a twinge of annoyance Georgette said
"Can you back away, you're breathing on me." Candice rolled her eyes and said
"Whatever," Feeling guilty about telling her off Georgette said
"Next time we go into town I'll get you your own book." Candice went back inside and she heard her shifting around wood in the fireplace to get the house heated up. She heard Candice call out
"Oh and don't forget it's thanksgiving in three days, we gotta go out and catch a turkey for Angela." The girls had no idea what day it actually was they just guessed. They went off the seasons.
Georgette sat in the thick brush, staying absolutely still. A herd of turkeys were right ahead of her. They were unaware of her, pecking seeds off the ground and making small clucking noises. She raised her gun and got one in her sight. She pulled the trigger and saw the bird fall. All of the other scattered but it didn't matter, all she needed was one. Smiling she slung her gun over her shoulder and walked into the clearing. She picked the dead bird up off the ground put it over her shoulder. It was a big bird and she knew it would make for a great thanksgiving dinner.
They sat around the table. It was a feast. The turkey was in the middle and mashed potatoes and green beans from Angela's garden. It was an amazing night. How could things be so perfect. They never went hungry, they lived far enough away from civilization to not have to worry about walkers, what more could they ask for? If only things could've stayed that way forever.