A few hours later, Tallahassee had finally gotten over Columbus' little act of betrayal and actually started to make an attempt to get to know Geneva after she settled down in the living room with them. She didn't reveal much about her past that night, except for the fact that she'd been a student at Indiana University, and had been visiting home when the infection first broke out. She didn't say anything else about her family, and Columbus was sure that because she was on her own, that they were all dead or infected somewhere. That was how it was with all of them.

"Oh, you don't have to keep calling me Geneva," she added, tossing a Frito in her mouth. "You can call me—"

"NO! No names," Tallahassee cut her off immediately. She jumped at his raised voice and blinked in surprise a few times before looking to Little Rock for clarification.

"So we don't get too attached to each other," she explained. Geneva just nodded, as if that made perfect sense to her.

An hour later, Tallahassee and Little Rock both drifted off to sleep. Columbus crawled into his sleeping bag as well, but he couldn't sleep. Geneva had set up her sleeping bag in between his and Little Rock's, and even though she was breathing heavily he wasn't really convinced that she was asleep. Sure enough, about half an hour later, she whispered to the back of his head.

"Are you awake?" she asked. Her voice almost startled him, and he turned to look at her and avoid waking up Tallahassee with their whispering.

"Yeah," he muttered. "Sleep usually doesn't come easily to me. Unless we're in the car," he said with a shrug. Too many opportunities for zombies to attack in the night—at least in the car, he knew someone was up and driving, keeping an eye out.

"Me either," she mumbled. She played with the corner of her pillowcase for a few moments before speaking up again.

"Hey, I…wanted to ask you. There was another one of you, wasn't there?" she said softly. She was avoiding his gaze and was instead focusing very intently on her nail beds.

Columbus had no idea how she'd figured it out, and didn't answer right away because he was so stunned. Perhaps Little Rock had told her. Or maybe she'd assumed three people couldn't possibly need THAT much food. Something along those lines.

"Well, yeah. I don't want to talk about," he told her rather sharply. He hadn't meant to snap at her like that, but he really didn't want to talk about Wichita right now. Rather than look insulted, Geneva just nodded and turned back over in her sleeping bag.

"It's ok, I understand," she muttered. Columbus was a bit confused—why bother asking if she wasn't going to pester him about it? Maybe she purely had been curious. Still, the way she'd randomly asked that made it seem like it had been weighing heavily on her mind for some time.

Perhaps the reason she was interested was because she'd lost someone too. Feeling himself becoming rather sleepy, he started to drift off, wondering if his hunch was correct, and wondering if whoever Geneva had lost had meant as much to her as Wichita did to him.

They awoke the next morning around nine, and gathered their things in silence, except for the sound of Geneva eating some chips every once in a while. Tallahassee glared at her the whole time they packed up the car, and then slammed the passenger side door shut as Columbus went to reach for it.

Well, it appeared that Little Rock would be riding shotgun this time around.

Geneva had packed up her things into a large duffel bag. It was one of those brown ones with the L and the V all over them, which Columbus knew was some sort of designer or something. It was odd that Geneva herself looked like hell, yet her luggage probably cost more than his entire wardrobe.

Once they were packed up, Columbus climbed into the back seat and slid to the spot behind the driver's seat. The orange calico slipped in after him, lounging in the small middle seat and looking at him with interest. Geneva hopped in after him, buckled her seatbelt (did someone already tell her the rules?) and waited patiently for them to get on the road.

As they back out of the driveway, Little Rock opened the wrapper of a candy bar from their food supply as Tallahassee began to explain the rules to Geneva. Most of them were guidelines that Columbus had come up with and eventually gotten Tallahassee and Little Rock to abide to—such as buckling your seatbelt, working on cardio, etc. Then he got into the proper traveling etiquette.

"No car games. We don't do I Spy and all that shit," he explained. "If you need to use the bathroom, try and hold it until we stop to try and find food or gas. Finally, the most important rule of all is, if you see a Hostess truck on the side of the road, tell me immediately," he told her. He was damn serious about that one too.

Geneva wasn't sure if he was joking or not, so she looked at Columbus in confusion. He just sighed and shook his head.

"Trust me just…do it," he explained with a small smile. Geneva seemed to take this as a sufficient explanation and didn't question it any further.

They traveled in silence for about half an hour until Little Rock asked Geneva what some of her favorite tv shows had been before Zombieland. As the two girls started chatting about how awesome The Bachelor was, Columbus couldn't help but admire how well Little Rock had adjusted to life without her sister. Most days, you couldn't even tell that she had suffered such a huge loss—she just seemed so happy all the time. How did she do it?

"What shows did you like to watch Columbus?" Geneva asked with a smile, trying to bring him into the conversation.

He shrugged. "I never really watched TV. I'm not really into all that reality shows and stuff like that," he added for clarification. It seemed like that was all TV had been before Zombieland. Why weren't there any good science fiction shows like Star Trek on anymore?

"What about movies?" she asked, twirling the end of her braid with her finger.

"Ummm…Star Wars," he said, instantly wishing he hadn't said that. Star Wars was a sure fire way to convince anyone that you were a complete and total nerd. And a virgin. Both of which were true in his case.

"Why does that not surprise me?" Tallahassee chuckled.

Geneva chuckled as well, but not in a condescending kind of way. "I really hope you're talking about the original three—a real fan knows the last three are complete and utter crap," she said with a wide grin.

Columbus blinked. "You—you like Star Wars?" he asked.

"Yeah. I mean, not enough to build models of the Death Star in my free time or anything, but they're pretty good movies. Oh, and Indiana Jones too! The original ones, of course—those are always classics," she told him.

Maybe it was the blonde hair, or the designer luggage, but Columbus would have never in a million years have pegged Geneva as a Star Wars fan. He vaguely wondered if she was into comic books too, but he wasn't about to ask that. Star Wars and comic books just always seemed to go hand and hand.

"Which one is Indiana Jones again?" Little Rock asked in confusion.

"You know, the first thing we're doing once we get across the border is schooling you on classic films of the 20th century," Tallahassee told her. Geneva laughed, which actually got a small chuckle out of Columbus as well.

Little Rock was right. It was kind of nice having another girl around. Things felt almost normal again.

Almost.