The night had gone by terribly slow, but once the group of six had completely made sure that no walkers could get to their safe house, they all retired for bed. Each of them were in the respective places as same as the night before. However, Lilly couldn't sleep. She kept thinking of the day's supply run and how wrong it had gone; and hell, it could have been worse if she were being honest with herself. She found herself thinking that these people - Pete, Helen, Luke, and Nick - they had good intentions, but she did not want to stay in a group with them.

At least, not when she had to look out for both her and her father. There was too much at stake, and she wasn't sure whether she wanted them to stick around or not. In that moment, Lilly was glad that everyone happened to be sleeping; she couldn't think right if there was too much going on around her. But now she had an even bigger task at hand. Stay with these people, and have safety in numbers, or separate from these people, and not have to worry about them.

It was in no way an easy decision, and no one was going to win in either situation. Larry would be happy if the two just took off, but if they stayed as a group, then there'd be nothing but bitterness. What the hell was she to do? They could easily sneak out while everyone was asleep and leave half the supplies - or hell, even take the truck.

Either way, Lilly knew more than anyone that this shelter wasn't going to last forever, especially if things outside were to get worse.

Massaging her temple, she got out of bed and made her way to the door, careful not to wake Larry, who was snoring in the other bed. He probably wouldn't, though, because he was usually a heavy sleeper. She made her way to the kitchen, where all the supplies were being kept. If she and her father were going to leave, then the few medical supplies they had were going to need to be brought with them. She glanced over her shoulder, where Luke and Nick were sleeping in the living room and showed no signs of waking up. Good.

Lilly quietly packed a portion of the supplies into her backpack, making a plan about how she and Larry would survive. They would, damn it. They were strong and knew that the world was a cruel place. The next plan, however, was when they would leave.

They could walk, after all, the truck wasn't theirs...but it would be so dangerous, especially with the approaching walkers from the supply run earlier. On the other hand, if they did take the truck, they could get out of here safely, but, would it wake the others up? That was the last thing she wanted. With a sigh, she decided to just say fuck it, and take the truck anyway. After all, she was just looking out for herself and her father; the others would be pissed, but they'd understand, wouldn't they?

Quietly, she put the bag of supplies on her back and headed back into the room where her father was sleeping. Sitting down on the bed, she reached over and shook him gently.

"Dad," she whispered, causing the older man to snore. Lilly rolled her eyes. "Dad!" she hissed, hoping it would work this time.

Thankfully, Larry opened his eyes. "What? What the hell's going on?" he questioned.

"We're leaving," she answered simply.

"What!?"

"We need to go, Dad. We can't stay here," Lilly explained in a quiet voice.

"Why the fuck not?" Larry demanded.

"This neighborhood's gonna get worse. I know it. And these people, we can't be in a group with them. It's enough looking out for the two of us."

"So where the fuck are we going?" Larry glared at her, probably more for having his sleep interrupted than anything.

"I don't know, Dad, but we'll find a safe place. We can take the truck and go. Walking is too dangerous."

As she predicted, Larry was happy to get away from the new people, whom he had never trusted. Within ten or so minutes, the two were ready. Pete had left the keys on the counter, out in the open for anyone to grab. This was the perfect opportunity. Lilly took the keys, careful not to let them jiggle, and led her father out of the house. The night was silent and clear, thank God. She got into the driver's seat and waited for Larry to get in beside her, then she put the key in the ignition, cursing lowly at how loud it was.

Inside, Nick's eyes popped open at the sound of an engine running. "What the fuck?"

He got up instantly and opened the door, which, for some reason, was unlocked. He figured out the reason for that almost immediately, though, because he saw Lilly and Larry quickly reversing out of the driveway, in their truck.

"Lilly! LILLY!" Nick yelled. "HEY! What the fuck?!"

At his yelling, Luke had managed to get up too. "What the hell's goin' on, man?" he questioned.

"That bitch just stole our truck!"

"Are you fuckin' serious!?" Luke inquired, running to the door beside Nick. Sure enough, there was Lilly speeding down the road in their truck, which was now too far away for them to try and run after it.

"Uncle Pete!" Nick hollered, hoping the older man would come out of his room.

"What in God's name are you two out here yellin' about now?" he asked as he eyed the two men sleepily.

"Lilly took the truck!" Luke said.

"What?"

"I bet you the bitch took our supplies too," Nick commented, which caused Luke to go check on them in the kitchen. "I can't even fucking believe this. They still there?" he asked, looking to Luke.

"She only took about half."

Nick rolled his eyes. "Well how thoughtful," he said sarcastically. "She might as well have taken all of them, we're completely fucked without the truck!"

"Calm down a damn minute before you attract lurkers," Pete chastised.

"How the fuck do I 'calm down' after what just happened, huh?"

"They took the truck?" Helen's voice wasn't quite as loud as Nick's, but it was angry enough. Boy, did they look similar when they were angry. "What the hell are we supposed to do without the truck?"

"What do we do now?" Luke asked, not sounding nearly as angry, only more solemn.

"We're goin' to need to come up with a new plan, truck or no truck," Pete replied. "The thing didn't have much gas left in her, so they shouldn't get far. If them dead folk come this way, we gotta find safe routes."

"So staying here is no good?" Helen asked.

Pete shook his head. "Can't risk it. Too many of 'em."

"Even if we walk, where are we gonna go?" Luke asked. "Definitely not Macon, you know the city's got to be overrun by now."

"You still got that map?" Pete inquired.

Nick shook his head as well, his fists clenched. "Lilly took that too." All of them knew they were at a loss at the moment, but they knew they couldn't give up. They had to have at least a little bit of hope, and stay optimistic as well. They had some supplies and weapons, so that was at least one good thing.

Pete was quiet as he began to think. "There's got to be somewhere safe that ain't in the city, we just gotta find it, whether we walk or not."

"You're right. Hasn't been that long since shit went down, there's gotta be someplace," Luke added. "Right?"

"It'd be easier to get to a safe place with a map," Nick grumbled.

"We'll find one," Pete said. "As shitty as today was, it was proof that not everywhere's been looted yet. We gotta keep looking."

"Alright, alright," Helen said. "So we look for a map and go? In the morning?"

"We do exactly that," her brother confirmed. "The truck made quite a bit of noise. I'll stay on my guard in case any of them try to get in. The rest of you go on to bed."

"You sure, man?" Luke inquired. "I can do it."

"I'm sure. Y'all go on."