"Gold." Regina said, coming up behind the man with arms crossed, "Where are you planning to go?"

"Wouldn't you like to know, dearie." He grinned to himself as he continued to pack his things into a large bag.

"It's not some big secret. Where are you planning to go?"

"Why so you can join us when your beloved comes back?"

"Perhaps."

"Hm…fine. South Pennsylvania if we are able to reach it before winter." He pause his packing for a moment and looked up at her, "We have always been less than kind with each other, but please, forget about Emma. Henry is a good kid. It would be a shame for him to lose both his mothers."

She walked back to the tent where her and Henry slept. He was sitting outside taking apart and cleaning one of Emma's guns. He did it every day since Gail had taught him how to use it. Regina had protested, but Gail said that, being the oldest of the group of kids, if anything were to happen, he needed to be able to protect them. She had no further grounds to argue. Emma had already taught him to shoot a shotgun year before hell had taken over the world. She still hadn't gotten used to the fact that her fifteen year old son knew how to handle a gun better than she did.

"He's getting good at that." Gail said from behind her, making Regina jump.

"Enough with that." She growled before smiling at the redhead.

"So, I've talked to the guys. They'd rather stay than follow Gold."

Regina nodded.

"But, from what they're telling me. At least half of your 'townsfolk' are leaving with him."

"We should look for a more suitable residence. This place is too big for ten cops and the few people who will stay." Regina let out a soft sigh, "Gold said they are headed to Pennsylvania."

Gail narrowed her eyes, "Why?"

"It's farther south than Maine."

"That doesn't mean the winters won't be cold. Fox's parents lived in Gettysburg and it got pretty damn cold there. Nothing compared to Canada, but still, cold."

Regina shrugged.

"How's aboot we scout out a new place to call home?"

Regina laughed. Gail had picked up a lot of the typical American accent long before she had found her way into their group, but she always pronounced about in the typical Canadian fashion. It brought a smile to Regina's face every time and Gail knew it. "We should get some food while we're out."

"Of course, don't want to make it too obvious we're scooping out new digs."

Regina rolled her eyes, "Henry." She called. He looked over at her, listening intently, "We're going out to look for some food. I'll be back later."

"Okay, be safe." He called with a wave, before turning his attention back to the gun.

Regina followed the redhead to her tent and stood outside waiting as she dug around for her weapons. Gail handed a gun and an ax to her before coming out with a sword and a shotgun. "Ready to kick ass and take names?"

"What were you saying about kicking ass?" Regina grumbled as they wondered the streets. "We've found a total of five cans of beans and we've only ran into one zombie."

"Hey, I found that can of apples!" Gail grinned.

"It's pie filling."

"But it still has apples in it."

"True." Regina said as they turned down another street and walked towards a large apartment building. "What about this one?" She asked as they stepped through the door that had once been glass.

"Knock out the stairs," Gail looked around the lobby, "As long as that isn't the only way upstairs, we could probably fortify this place. It'll be a bitch to clear out all the floors though."

They walked up the thin stair case, up to the first floor and started rummaging through the rooms for any supplies. The apartment they went into still had its two residents, an elderly man and woman. Both of them had rather large holes in the back of their heads from a large hand gun that was still in the man's hands. They were both reduced to skeletons with very little flesh still on them. What flesh was still remaining, had been cooked onto them from the summer heat.

The two women both pulled bandanas over their mouths and noses. Gail took the gun from the man and looked over the weapon. She took out the remaining bullets and put them in her pocket before sliding the gun in the back of her pants. Before she joined Regina in ransacking the kitchen, she tossed blankets over both bodies.

The kitchen was small, but had deep shelves and there were plenty of cans of food and other non-perishable foods.

"Jackpot!" Gail clapped her hands and started packing the food into their backpacks. The sound was not loud, but the lack of sound in the apartment and the thin walls is what made it seem loud and allowed it to travel to the other apartments. Shortly after there was a loud thud from down the hall that made both women freeze.

"What was-"

Gail pressed a finger to her lips. She stood and walked to the kitchen door. Her hand flattened as she signaled for Regina to stay put. There was another thud. She walked to the hall and looked down it for any signs of a threat. Another thud and she pulled her sword. With a fourth thud she pinpointed where the sound was coming from. It was something hitting the door from across the hall.

"What is it?" Regina's voice made Gail jump.

"I told you to stay put." She hissed.

Regina narrowed her eyes at the redhead as Gail shook her head. Gail flattened herself to the floor and peered under the door at whatever was ramming itself into the door. All she could see were bare feet. They were a yellowed color and had flecks of dried blood on them. "It's a zombie." Gail whispered, pushing herself off the floor. "You don't think he'd be able to…open the door, do you?"

"They don't have the mental capacity to speak. Do you really think they can turn a door handle?" As if on cue the thumping stopped and the door handle slowly turned.

"You had to say it." Gail growled, "Get the bags!" They ran into the old couple's apartment, snatched their backpacks and darted out towards the stairs just as the zombie figured out his door was pull instead of push. Both women were skipping steps as they fled the first floor to the ground. They were out of the building by the time the zombie got to the first step.

The two women were laughing as they came to a halt around the block. "Maybe we should stick to single floor residences." Regina suggested as they caught their breath and continued walking down the street.