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Georgette knew it was gonna be tough getting into the building and back to the car. The snow had to be at least a foot and a half deep, the only reason they made it through was because of the plow on the front of the truck. They were in the middle of the blizzard and it was coming down fast and hard.
"Ready?" said Georgette grabbing onto her rifle. She looked over at Candice who was anxiously looking out the window.
"Ya," she said hesitantly. Georgette didn't want to wait any longer, she threw the door open and hopped out. They had cleared a path with the plow up to the front door of the store so they didn't have to plod through the snow. She pulled her ski goggles down over her eyes and put her hood up over her head and ran towards the door. While the walkers would have a hard time attacking them out the outside due to the snow they had to be on the guard when they got inside. When they reached the door they realized it was locked with a chain and padlock. She took the butt end of her gun and smashed it as hard as she could against the glass doors. After a few hard swings it shattered.
"Let's go," she said. With her gun up she walked through the doorway. It was dark inside and she took out her flashlight. The moment she turned it on she spotted thre walkers, coming towards her. Not wanting to make any noise, she took out the hatchet in her belt and quickly knocked them all to the ground. It was a pharmacy and while a lot of the tings were gone there was still a good amount left. They shoveled whatever they could find into their duffel bags. Once they were full they ran back out the car.
"Where are we going next?" asked Candice, shouting over the wind.
"To the gardening store across the street, Angela wants us to see if there are any seeds left." THey quickly got back into the truck and backed up. The snow they had plowed on the way there had been quickly replaced with a new deep layer of snow. They backed out onto the street and quickly plowed the rest of the way to the gardening store. As they turned their headlights onto the front door, Georgette was shocked to see two walkers lurking under the awning. Stepping on the gas, she drove forward. She took the walkers out with the plow as well as the front doors, smashing into the store. She hopped out and quickly shot the two walkers inside. She found most of the bins where seeds had been empty but two bins had some left at the bottom. Using a small shovel she scooped it into her bag. She heard a door open and looked up to see walkers pouring out of a dorr at the back of the store. "Shit!" she picked up her bag and ran back to the car. The walkers clawed at the front of her car. She put it into reverse and backed up, quickly taking off back down the road. They needed to get back, the conditions were getting much worse. They hadn't had a snowstorm this bad for years. The ride was an hour back and it would no doubt take longer, they couldn't drive very fast.
"Do you want me to drive back?" asked Candice, sounding concerned.
"No it's fine," she said, "You can get some sleep if you want."
When they finally made it back onto the county road leading to the house, Georgette was thrilled. It was late at night and she couldn't wait to lay down in bed and go to sleep. She picked up speed and the house came in sight. She parked the car and hopped out putting both of the duffel bags over her arms. Candice hopped out and they walked towards the house. When she looked up at it she knew something was wrong. The front door was wide open. They both gave each other a look of fear. They ran up the porch and into the house. Georgette heard the sounds of walkers moaning from somewhere in the house. She knew better then to call out and attract attention but she couldn't help it.
"Angela!" She took her gun off her back. There was no reply. They crept into the kitchen and Georgette let out a sob. There on the floor was Angela. A swarm of walkers were around her, eating her. She was clearly dead.
"No!" cried Candice, leaping forward. Georgette grabbed onto her, holding her back. The walkers looked up at them and stood up.
"We gotta go," cried Georgette, "We gotta go!" She yanked on Candice's arm, pulling her back into the hallway. Suddenly, walkers swarmed in at them from the front door. Georgette raised her gun and started shooting. Candice stood behind her, completely in shock. She took out all the zombies in the doorway and quickly ran back outside, the snow blinding her. The truck was surrounded by walkers, a whole herd of them coming for them. They were surrounded completely. They clung to each other, looking for a way out. The cluster by the woods was not nearly as thick as the one facing the field. She ran towards the woods shooting and knocking down walkers. The snow was thick and hard to see through. Her feet were numb, her boots were long gone as she ran through the thick snow, followed closely by Candice. The fact that Angela was dead hadn't even registered in her mind yet, they just needed to get away. She knew the woods well but with the snow falling and adrenaline pumping through her veins, everything looked foreign to her. She lost her footing, she felt herself slip and fall. She was sliding down a hill fast. It seemed to get steeper the further she went down. Suddenly she felt as if she was free falling. Then the breath was knocked out of her as she fit the ground. The pain was intense and she cried out, feeling the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She rolled over onto her side, realizing she was lying on ice. She yelled out again as she felt a throbbing pain her side. She opened her eyes to see she had landed on a large lake. The hill they had fallen down was steep and there was no doubt the fall had done some damage. She took a deep breath and felt a shooting pain in her ribs. She screamed out again, letting tears fall from her eyes. Then she remembered Candice, she desperately looked around for her. Her blood went cold when she saw her in the water. Her fall must of broken the ice and sent her into the freezing water. Ignoring the pain, she got up and stumbled over to her. She had her mouth open as if she was trying to scream but couldn't get it out. She was extremely pale and hypothermia was already taking over her limbs as she seemed to move stiffly. Georgette hooked her hands under her arms and pulled with all her might, feeling more of her ribs crack and snap under the pressure. She pulled her out onto the ice. Her skin was blue and her breathing was short and strained.
"Oh god," said Georgette. She got to her feet and let out another cry of pain, almost collapsing back to the ground. But she knew her sister was in deep trouble. She managed to pick her up off the ground and support her by having her lean on her. Every step was agony, not only were her ribs grating against each other but her feet were bare and it was like stepping on knives. They couldn't go back towards the house, so she went towards the opposite shore of the lake. She could see the faint outline of the trees through the snow. When they finally reached the shoreline the bottoms of her feet had been cut up and she looked back to see she had left bloody footprints behind her. They needed to find shelter fast before Candice died of hypothermia or she collapsed. She continued to walk for what felt like hours and when she looked up she almost cried out in happiness. There in front of them was a small cabin. She picked up her pace and went up onto the deck and tried to open the door. It was locked. She screamed in frustration and started kicking the door. She threw her whole body weight against it, bursting it open. She fell onto the floor, Candice falling next to her. Her sister looked frozen. Her blue eyes wide open, her skin as blue as the sky. Her hair was matted with ice. The only indication that she was alive was Georgette could just slightly see her chest moving up and down. Georgette started coughing. It was deep and painful, unlike anything she'd ever felt before. She coughed up a ton of blood, feeling a stabbing pain in her chest. She heard the hissing of a walker. Her fingers felt frozen solid but she somehow managed to reached for the pistol strapped to her belt. Her whole arm shook as she looked upside down. Two walkers were approaching her from the other side of the room. She pulled the trigger shooting them both. Next task at hand was to close the door. She looked down at her feet and cried out in disgust as she saw how mangled her toes were. Flesh hung off her foot in tatters, she could see the bones of her big toes, her nails gone. She managed to kick the door shut. All she could hear was the howling of the wind outside. She listened carefully for the sound of more walkers as she lay there. She knew she had to take action but she couldn't move whether it was exhaustion or the cold she couldn't bring herself to move off the floor. Her vision started to become cloudy and she soon felt herself fall into darkness.