They drove, aimlessly, stunned, lost without a purpose.

What now?

All they wanted to do was live without hurting anyone.

But the Morlocks were no longer an option, and, if they were honest, they weren't sure if they had ever been an option.

It was Andy who found the winding private road, weaving away through the trees. They had been hoping for a safe shelter for the night, but what they found was so much better.

It was perfect, they thought as they looked at the little cabin.

Miles away from nowhere, in the middle of the woods, where no one might ever find them again and they could live as they wanted and do as they pleased.

The generator was a little touchy, and the water didn't run, but there was a well to draw water from, and, well, what use did anyone have for electricity these days? It wasn't like they could kick back and enjoy a film or watch Netflix.

At night they curled up together in the master bedroom and slept with one eye open.