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The next couple of weeks were pure torture as all Georgette could do was lay on the couch and re-train herself to walk. Candice had managed to find her another history book in an old school so she spent most of her time reading, but even that got boring. The girls ate well and Candice worked to keep the fridge full. Georgette would often wake up in the morning alone as her sister preferred to hunt in the morning. It had to be January by now, winter was in full swing. Georgette opened up her book. She was on the Civil War now. Although the world was broken and country borders didn't matter much anymore, after reading about the Revolutionary War it had given her a patriotic feeling and it was the first time she felt like she was part of something bigger although she was years too late. America didn't exist anymore like it used too. No country did, it was one big game of survival and everyone was in it, no matter where you were from. She quickly flipped to the back of the book where there was a world map. She studied the map, looking at all of the different countries and continents. She wondered how bad things were in other places. She read names to herself, Russia, China, India, France, Italy, she was clueless about them. What kind of history did they have? What languages did they speak? Was it possible to contact them? Was the vast ocean between them impossible to cross? She needed a world history book. She knew basic facts about some of them, like England's obvious involvement in the Revolutionary War. But what other history did England have? She flipped over onto the United States map and found Wyoming. She traced her finger over to the state of Georgia. They'd have to cut through several different states to get there. It would take months and it's not like they had an exact map. They'd need a map of the roads to determine where to go. She heard the door open and quickly shut the book as Candice walked in. She had a few rabbits slung up on her back.
"Hey," she said, "How's your morning?"
"Boring," said Georgette. She slowly sat down on the floor off the couch and got to work on helping her sister skin the rabbits.
"It's gonna snow again," said Candice, "The sky is turning gray and I can feel it in the air." Last time it had snowed it had dropped enough on the ground that the doorway had been filled halfway and they had to push it out of the way to make a path which had not been easy without shovels.
"Well at least it keeps the walkers down," said Georgette.
"I keep finding them frozen in the snow," said Candice, "Sometimes they're moving a bit and some are frozen solid."
"They'll thaw out in the spring, that's when we'll need to be on our guard."
"Ya, I went further back in the woods this morning and I found a whole bunch of them underneath the snow while I was walking through. Looks like a herd." That wasn't good news. When the thawed out they'd be hungry and actively looking for food, it was like a hibernation. They'd find the cabin and overtake them.
"Even more a reason to get out of here," said Georgette. Candice didn't answer her and kept working on cutting the skin off the rabbit. "I can walk," said Georgette, "Just not run yet." She put down her bloodied knife and stood up off the floor. She walked around the room, showing Candice what she could do. Smiling she said "I can even dance a bit," she did her best attempt at a little jig. Candice laughed and said
"You're a weirdo." Georgette tried to do a twirl but lost her balance and fell to the floor, catching herself with her hands. "Soon I'll be back to normal." She examined the ends of her feet. The skin had healed nicely over where the open wounds used to be. To her it looked bizarre. The top of her feet were flat, no trace of her toes ever having of been there was left.
"Had anymore of your dreams?" asked Candice.
"I thought you didn't care?" said Georgette.
"Just asking," said Candice.
"No I haven't," said Georgette, "But hopefully I will."
January turned to February and the weather still wasn't getting any warmer. It was getting harder and harder for them to shovel the snow away from the door. It soon froze shut and they had to start using a large window at the front of the house to get out. Georgette was up and moving.
She sat behind a tree, clutching her gun to her chest in the cold. She hadn't seen anything all morning. She had left Candice back at the cabin to rest. Ever since she had been able to start hunting again she made sure Candice wasn't the one doing all the work. She sighed and pushed herself up out the snow and started to walk further into the forest, making sure she left X's in the trees along the way to find her way back. The landscape looked all the same to her and she could easily get lost. She leaned against a tree to take a small break. Trudging through the thick snow was hard work, especially when she felt like her shoes were ten sizes to big. Thanks to her being toe-less she needed to find some smaller shoes. She took a deep breath and continued on. She stopped walking when something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was a building. She walked towards it and soon saw a sign that read: Glenrock High School. It was the school Candice had found for her. She walked towards it saw the open door Candice must have broken into. She cautiously entered, making sure there were no walkers in sight before going inside completely. The windows were mostly boarded up, making it dark. It was pretty damn creepy. She turned on the flashlight attached to her rifle and slowly moved down the hallway. Older lockers lined the walls, some were still open. She flashed her light inside to see that there were still things in them. One was covered in pink stickers, a magnetic mirror stuck to the wall, old books on the bottom, and several pictures taped up on the inside of the door. She got a good look at them. There were two girls, one blonde and one black-haired girl. They had their arms over each others shoulders and were smiling. Above the picture were the words 'best friends forever' in curly pink letters. Below was another picture of the same blonde girl with several other people all standing together in what looked like a ballroom. They were all dressed formally, in dresses and suits. She quickly grabbed the photos and stuck them in her bag.
She moved on into a large main room with three different hallways jutting off into different directions. She kept her gun in front of her as she looked at the wall, in large letters written on paper it read: History Wing. She was in the right place. Suddenly a walker came out of the door in front of her. She almost pulled the trigger but remembered that it could set off a whole herd so she took out her knife and quickly stabbed it in the head. She walked over its body and entered the classroom. Old desks lined the room in rows. At the head of the room was the teacher's desk and a whiteboard. On it were notes from decades ago. Something about a Roman Empire and someone named Caesar. She moved on to find stacks of World History books at the back of the room. She went through them and picked the one that looked to be in the best condition. When she turned around she was shocked to see three walkers had gathered at the front of the room. Without thinking she quickly shot all three of them and ran, sticking the book in her bag as she went. When she got into the hallway she saw walkers pouring from all of the rooms further down the hallway. Feeling cold fear she ran towards the entrance. Walkers were flooding into the main room as she ran in, their moans and snarls echoing throughout the building. They had blocked the way out. Fuck this was how it was going to end, in a dark school, all for a book. She frantically searched for a way out, her heart beating rapidly. She ran down the hallway across from her to be faced with more walkers. She opened fire, gunning them down as she went. She felt herself loose balance and she fell. Her gun went skidding across the floor and hit the wall. Shit. Shit. Shit. Her stupid fucking feet. They closed in on her. She was on her back, holding two off of her as more came towards them. She frantically reached for her knife. Their disgusting teeth were an inch away from her face, biting with loud snapping noises. Their rotting flesh fell onto her face in strips, the horrid smell was overwhelming and she felt vomit rising in her throat. She finally felt the handle of her knife and pulled it from her belt. She quickly stabbed both walkers in the head, spraying blood everywhere, and threw them off her. She scrambled for her gun and pushed a walker in front of it , smashing it's soft head into the wall, sending brains and bone everywhere. She picked up her gun and sprayed bullets into the crowd of walkers. Once she'd taken down the ones closest to her she ran down the hallway, pushing and shooting them down as she went.
When she finally reached the end of the hallway there was two heavy doors. She prayed they weren't locked and put all of her body weight onto it, pushing it open. It was a wide open room, probably a gymnasium. She felt relieved to see only a few walkers lurking around inside. She quickly shot them down and headed to a door at the back of the room were she could see light flooding through the cracks. This one was locked. She almost cried out in defeat. She could hear the approaching crowd behind her. Screaming in frustration, she shook the doors. She looked behind her to see the walkers had reached the entrance of the gym. She backed up a little and threw her entire body weight against the door. It shoke violently but didn't open. Backing up even further she did it again, pain shot through her shoulder as she slammed into the door again. This time it cracked open. She saw what was keeping it closed, half of the doorway was filled with snow. She pushed against the door with all her strength. It was a small gap but she was sure she could get herself through it. Shoving herself head first she easily got out up to her waist. Her hips were stuck. She looked back inside to see the walkers approaching. She twisted her hips and slowly made her way through the door. She pulled her feet through just as the walkers stuck their hands out the door to grab at her. With her feet she slammed the door shut again, cutting off several hands. She lay on the cold snow for a minute, catching her breath, that had been a close call. She sat up and was relieved to find the bag still around her shoulder. She got up and headed back into the woods towards the cabin. She had wanted to go see if she could find a map of the roads somewhere but she had had enough action for one day.
Georgette was exhausted when she got back. After dinner and explaining what had happened to a horrified Candice she passed out.
Georgette found herself in the woods again. It was dawn. The blonde woman, Beth was standing in front of her, her back turned to her. Facing her was the man. "What are we gonna do?" asked Beth.
"We can look for a house or somethin' tomorrow," said the man. "It's too dark to go lookin' now. We might as well stay here another night." Georgette looked around them to see the same fire pit and clearing from her last dream. The blonde girl rubbed her arms and seemed uneasy.
"You don' have to worry Beth," he said, "I'm here, nothin's gonna happen to us."He stepped forward and pulled her into a hug. At first he was looking onto the ground behind Beth as he embraced her, but then he looked up straight at Georgette. She took a step back, startled. Did he know she was there? He couldn't, he had to be staring out into the woods behind her. He would of said something by now. His green eyes pierced her, she wanted to speak up and say something but she kept her mouth shut. He pulled away from Beth and wrapped in arm around her shoulder.
"Let's get somethin' to eat," he said. When he turned around Georgette was shocked to see the angel wings on the back of his jacket. It was her jacket, the one that was on her right now. She finally spoke up.
"Hey wait!" she called out running after them, they didn't turn around to acknowledge her. Before she could reach them she woke up.
The room was dark except for moonlight flooding through the windows. Candice was asleep on the arm chair and it was quiet. She ripped the leather jacket off of her body and saw the wings. It was the same jacket, it had to be. Did it mean that man was her father?