The map of the girls path is posted on my profile as it wouldn't show up in the chapter I posted it in. I also put up pictures of Angela there.

Georgette woke up with hay sticking uncomfortably into her back. She was leaning against the wall. Feeling groggy and sticky from the damp air she stood up and saw Candice lying in a pile of hay. She went over and shoke her awake. She awoke, looking like she felt as shitty as Georgette did.

"Is the storm over?" she asked. Georgette went and pulled the door open. It was so foggy out it looked as if they could cut it with a knife but it was no longer raining.

"Just foggy," she said, moving a hand through her tangled hair.

"Is it alright to keep going do you think?" asked Candice.

"I think we should," said Georgette, "I'll be able to drive."

When they went outside they realized that they had parked in a driveway that connected to a narrow road which was definitely not the highway.

"Shit," said Georgette.

"The highway can't be to far off," said Candice, "let's just head back up the road, that's gotta be the right way."

"Or it will take us further into the country," said Georgette.

"Well the only way to find out is to drive around and see if we can find any signs with directions." They got back into the truck to find all of their supplies still there. Georgette backed up out of the driveway and went back down the road. She kept her eye out for any road signs to indicated where they were. Even with her fog lights she was having trouble but she knew they had to keep going. She was confident about Cheyenne.

When they found their way back to the highway the fog only seemed to get thicker. The road was eerie and dark. Something about it gave her a terrible feeling that shoke her to the bone. They'd always been living in this world and were used to how lonely and dark it could be but for some reason it was hitting her full force as she drove. What if they got to Georgia only to find out that their parents were both dead? What if one of them died along the way? Would the other have the confidence to keep going? And what happened when they got to Georgia? Where would they look first? She wished Angela had lived and that she could of guided them back. Angela had told her how dangerous it had been escaping Georgia, what about getting back in?

Georgette ran as fast as her little legs could carry her. She held Angela's hand who was running ahead of her. She looked up at Angela's shoulder to see her little sister's face. She was crying and wailing so loud it echoed throughout the winter forest around them. It was too late to try to calm her down and try and get her to be quiet, they were already being chased. She heard the sound of mens voices behind them and the roar of ATVs. She lost one of her little boots and her foot felt wet and cold but she didn't complain and kept running. They came to a small clearing and Angela stopped running. She felt afraid, if those men caught them they'd put them back in their cells and torture them.

"Why are we stopping?" asked Georgette. Angela led her over to what looked like a small underground den.

"Get in there and don't make a sound." Candice had since stopped crying and her small face looked like it was in shock. She handed her sister to her and attempted to hide the already masked entrance with leaves and covered up their tracks in the snow. "I'll be back for you. No matter how long it takes stay here, don't move." Georgette heard Angela run off, her footsteps fading in the distance. The sound of the ATVs got closer and she sunk further back into the den, holding Candice tight to her chest. Then they were right outside, walking around. She heard Candice let out a little whimper.

"Shhh," she said. She put her hand lightly over the baby's mouth. She let out a louder whine. Georgette's heart was beating out of her chest as she heard one of the men say

"What was that?" Georgette held her breath, praying Candice wouldn't make another sound. After a minute she heard them say

"Come let's go, keep following the footprints." That's when Candice let out a loud cry.

"They're over here!" Two men's face appeared in the hole. "Here they are!" They reached out and grabbed Georgette's leg. She screamed as loud as she could as they tugged on her. Keeping one arm on her sister, she grabbed on a root sticking out of the dirt. But it was no use, the man pulled her clean out of the den onto the ground. He picked her up by the scruff of her jacket. She thought it was all over. Then she heard a loud shriek and suddenly the man lurched forward, dropping her onto the ground. She felt sick when she saw the man in front of her with a hatchet in his head, blood pouring out onto the snow. Angela was there. She pulled the hatchet out of the mans head and swung it at the one of the two remaining men. It made a loud thud as it made contact. The last man grabbed onto her, wrapping his arm around her to keep her from thrashing out. Then he wrapped one of his thick hands around her neck. Georgette set Candice down on the ground and ran up to the man screaming.

"DON'T HURT HER!" She beat against the man's leg, doing absolutely no damage. With one quick kick to the face, he sent Georgette flying backwards into the snow. Crying and bloody-faced Georgette got back up. She saw the hatchet still in the dead man's brain. Angela's face was turning blue as she struggled for air. Without thinking, Georgette ran over and pulled the hatchet out of the man's head. It made a sickening sound that made her stomach churn. She ran over and swung it as hard as she could into the man's leg. He let out a yell of pain and fell onto his knees. He released Angela who collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Georgette ran over to Angela.

"Are you ok?!" she asked. Coughing Angela got to her feet and said

"I'll be fine." She took the hatchet from Georgette's hands and finished off the man with one swing. Georgette wiped her arm over her face, blood from her nose smearing all over pajama sleeve. She started crying, the pain and fear finally hitting her. Angela leaned down and pulled her into a hug.

"We're gonna get out of here," she said, "We're never coming back. We're gonna go far far away." Georgette nodded, the thought of her dead mother and father brought more tears to her eyes.

"I want my mommy and daddy!" she cried.

"It's gonna be ok sweetheart," said Angela, tears pouring down her own face. She kissed Georgette on the cheek and stood up. She picked up Candice and held out her hand to Georgette. "Ready to go?" Georgette nodded, wiping her face again. She took Angela's hand and they walked off into the forest.

"I think there's a town coming up." They passed a green sign that read 'Wheatland, next left.' "Are we gonna stop?" she asked.

"We have everything we need, no point in getting back off the road," said Georgette. Candice noticed the cold edge in her tone and said

"Want me to drive the rest of the way?" Candice knew how to drive but Georgette was usually the one to do it. She liked it and wasn't afraid to go fast unlike her sister.

"No I got it," she said. Candice just shrugged and leaned back in her seat. They passed Wheatland quickly. From what she could see through the fog, it looked a little bit bigger then Glendo but Georgette didn't want to add more time to their trip.

She leaned her arm against the window, resting her head on her hand as she drove with her right one. She heard Candice playing with the radio again. She didn't pay much attention, expecting to hear nothing, but when she heard a soft voice through the static she sat up and said

"What was that?"

"I don't know," said Candice. The girls listened carefully. Georgette held her breath, not wanting to make a sound. The voice was a woman's she was sure of it. It kept fading in and out an she could barely make out anything. When she caught the word 'Cheyenne' she smiled and said

"I told you! I told you there were people in Cheyenne!" Excited she slammed down on the gas, the car accelerating to well over 100 miles per hour.

"We don't know what that could mean!" said Candice, "It could of been a warning to stay away from the city."

"We can't just go around the city not knowing if there's people there or not. If there is we need a place to stay, shower, sleep and get medical attention. I'm pretty sure the pain in my arm is getting worse!" Carefully Candice unwrapped the bandage from Georgette's arm. The bullet hole hadn't expanded but it was red and oozing. "I told you," said Georgette, "It's gonna get infected. I need antibiotics or something."

"Alright," she said, "But don't go driving in there like a madman, take it slow and make sure that if we need to, we can escape."

"Whatever you say," said Georgette.

The further south they drove the worse the fog became and it had started raining again.

"Sure you don't wanna stop in the next town?" asked Candice.

"Absolutely," said Georgette. She was hunched over the steering wheel, her eyes focused on the road. She was desperate to get to the city. They flew past the small village of Chugwater without slowing down.

Candice felt apprehensive about the whole thing. The radio signal could of been a warning rather than a greeting.

"These people may not throw down the welcome mat for everyone," she said, trying to get her sister to think realistically.

"We'll find out," she said.

Daryl waited patiently. He was gonna get the fuck outta this cell, even if he died trying. He crouched near the door. He heard the men walking down the hallway towards his cell. They appeared at the door.

"Move back!" said one of them to him. He got up on his feet, and moved away, a smirk playing on his face. Daryl was quick, the moment first had walked through the door He rose the sharpened rock above his head and brought it down onto the man's skull. He grabbed him and pulled him the cell and repeatedly bashed his head in. After the third strike the man had been knocked out and the second was on him. He brought his fist back and punched the man right in the crotch. The man fell to his knees and Daryl quickly smashed his head in. Clutching the rock he ran out of the cell. He had to find a way out. The hallways were a long series of never ending tunnels. All of the windows were up high near the ceiling and too small for him to get through. He continued to run, hoping nobody had been alerted about his escape yet. Finally he passed a room with long windows he could get through. He burst into the room and realized it was a nursery. Candice. Maybe she was here. There were several cribs set up but only about half of them were full. He frantically searched through each crib, looking for the familiar tuft of soft blonde hair and big blue eyes. None of the babies were his. He had the painful realization that she and Georgette were probably dead. The men had either killed them or they had lied to him about having them captive and they had run off into the woods after Beth's death. He threw the rock at the window as hard as he could it smashed, leaving a large hole. He quickly went over and pulled the remaining glass off the window pane, not paying attention to how cut up his hands were getting. He pushed himself up onto the window and jumped out.

The cold air felt like sweet freedom and soothed the cuts and bruises on his face. He ran into the woods, not looking back. He had no weapons except for a blunt rock and his own fists. He had no idea where he was even going. Where was there to run off to? His family was gone, the group had been scattered and killed off, what was left for him. He stumbled over a hidden log and came down on his hands and knees. He took a deep breath. He let silent tears pour from his eyes and he dropped to the ground, his face in the cold snow. He felt something on his cheek. He sat up and looked down. It was a little purple boot. It took him a minute to realize it was Georgette's boot. It was the one he'd quickly put on her foot before they left the cabin. He never had paid much attention to what clothes the girls wore, he had left that to Beth. When it had been his job to dress them in the morning Beth would always complain about how he'd let them run around in horribly mismatched clothes. His hands shaking, he picked the boot up carefully and looked it over. There was no blood on it, it was just wet with melted snow. Did that mean she was still out there somewhere? Alive? What about Candice? Was she with her? Were they alone? He got to his feet and blindly ran forward. The boot had obviously been covered with snowfall. But judging by the amount it couldn't of been there for more than a day or two. They couldn't of gotten far, Georgette's running was the same speed as his walking, she'd be even slower if she was carrying Candice. A million questions flashed through his mind. How'd they escape the prison? Maybe they hadn't at all, maybe the men had dragged them out there to kill them. His fears were quickly becoming a reality as he stepped onto a patch of snow and when he lifted up his boot there was a chunk of dried blood stuck to the bottom of it. He quickly started digging. He uncovered more dried blood, but no bodies. He was a tracker but not a detective, he had no idea what it all meant. Without footprints it was hard to tell. All he could piece together was the girls had come out here either willingly or unwillingly and somebody had been killed or badly injured. He had thought the boot had been a confirmation that his girls were alive but now he was back to square one. He heard a dog barking off somewhere in the distance behind him and knew he had to keep moving.

The fog had cleared a bit and Georgette could see buildings in the distance. They had finally arrived.

"Slow down," said Candice, "Let's get a good look at how the city's laid out before we go barging in." Georgette was about to oblige and put her foot on the break when the truck lurched forward. The bumpy way the car was moving and the rising smoke told Georgette that the tires had all been blown out. She looked in her rear view mirror. She hadn't noticed it before but across the road was a spike strip. She looked back up to see a man in front of their car in a full armored suit. He had a gun in his hands. The car came to a stop in front of him. He came around to the driver's seat and yanked open the door, pointing his gun at her he said

"Get out of the car!"