Georgette had been hoping there would have been something in warehouse to help them, weapons would have been great. But they found themselves in an old toy warehouse. All there was were boxes of doll heads, arms and legs. It gave her the creeps. She could still hear the walkers around the warehouse and there was no way they were leaving tonight. It was a wide open building, with shelves up to the ceiling and old machinery. It was damp and chilly inside, and Georgette wished her leather jacket had sleeves. They found a small room in the back of the building. There were old computers and boxes piled on the desk. She went to sit in a cushioned leather chair, hoping to take a minute and relax but the moment she sat down the chair collapsed under her weight, sending her backwards. She laughed, staying on the floor. It was a light moment in the darkness. She heard Candice laughing with her. She pulled herself up so she was sitting with her back against the wall. Candice joined her, leaning her head into her shoulder. They sat like that for awhile. Georgette closed her eyes and thought about everything they had been through. She wished she could remember something from their life in Georgia. Anything at all.

Beth stood at the counter, cutting up pieces of meat for dinner. Behind her, in the living room Candice lay in her little bouncy chair. Georgette was busy with her dollhouse. She was brushing the hair of one of the dolls, humming to herself. She couldn't help but feel bored. Her mom had been cooking all day. It was her daddy's birthday and she wanted to make a big dinner. She put her doll down and went into the kitchen. She tugged at her mom's pant leg. She looked down at her.

"Mommy will you let me brush your hair." Beth smiled at her but said

"I can't now sweetie, I have to finish up here. But maybe after." Georgette sighed in frustration, walking back into the living room. She saw Candice sitting in her chair nearby, sucking on a pacifier. When she had first been born she had had no hair but within the past couple of months she had grown a thick layer of soft light blonde hair. She saw her coming and reached out to her with her tiny little fingers, giggling behind the pacifier. Georgette went over and ran her hand over her sister's soft head. She could brush her hair. But she needed hair clips to make it pretty. She knew her mom had some in her room. She went into her parent's bedroom and stuck her hand up onto her mom's dresser, searching for her clips with her hand as she was not tall enough to see the surface. She grabbed a handful of little black clips and went back into the living room. She began to gently brush her sister's hair, loving how silky soft it was. When she was done she separated the hair into three pieces and then put the clips on each. To her it looked great; to anyone else it made Candice look like she had three antennas sticking out of her head. She still felt like she wasn't done. She went over and took out a pack of markers from the drawer and took out the red marker. Sometimes she'd see her mom use lipstick and other makeup. But it was only on special occasions, usually when Angela took her and her sister so her parents could have some time alone. She'd even found it on her daddy once and Georgette had laughed at the idea of her daddy using makeup. She had been feeling the stubble on his chin that had grown in since the last time he'd shaved when she spotted the blurred marks of the lipstick on his neck.

She knew her mother kept her makeup bag up in the cupboard over the bathroom sink ever since she had tried to put it all over herself a few weeks ago. She'd have to settle for markers. She uncapped the red one and said

"You're gonna look beautiful when I'm done." She started to draw on her sister's cheeks. Instead of circles she drew hearts which looked much prettier. Then she took the pink marker and started to color them in. Candice continued to giggle as she reached out for the marker herself. Georgette gave her the green one to hold onto. A minute later she heard the door open. She turned to see her dad walking in. He saw what she was doing and dropped the bag he was carrying.

"What are you doin'?!" he said, coming over and pulling the markers out of her hands.

"I'm making Candice all pretty," said Georgette with a smile. Her mother had also came over to see what was going on.

"Georgette what have you done?!" said Beth, pulling Candice out of her chair to get a better look at her face. The tone of her mother's voice sounded angry. She looked at her dad for support; he never got mad at her. When she pulled something like this he'd usually laugh while her mother tried to lecture her.

"Will you go clean her face off," said Beth, handing Candice over to Daryl. He had a smirk on his face.

"I think it's kinda funny," he said, "She doesn't seem to mind." Candice was still smiling, big pink hearts on her cheeks. She saw her mother roll her eyes at him. He took her sister into the bathroom. Her mother crouched down to her level and said

"I know you're bored but can you please behave yourself while I finish up dinner." Georgette crossed her arms over her chest, her little attitude showing through. Beth knew she was going to have to compromise. "Wanna help me finish?"

That next morning they woke up and wasted no time getting back on the road. There weren't many walkers still around and it was easy to leave and head back down the road.

"This dirt road has to lead somewhere," said Georgette, "We'll keep following it until we get to the interstate." By following the old road signs it was easy for them to navigate their way back. When they turned onto the exit to the highway Georgette felt a rush of adrenaline at seeing the wide open road. There were a few cars here and there but nothing to get in their way. Cheyenne hadn't had much cars around it because the people living there had cleared it out. She knew when they reached more populated areas staying on the road might not be possible. Not only would it be clogged with cars it'd be overrun with walkers. They passed a sign that read 'Welcome to Nebraska.'

"We're finally out of Wyoming!" said Georgette with a smile. Candice didn't share her sister's enthusiasm. It was like a slap to the face. They were a long way away from home now. There would be no going back or changing her mind.

They went for miles on the open road, picking up speed every once in awhile and then slowing down to give the horses a rest. They got off to take a rest and give the horses some water on the side of the road. Georgette looked to see what they had left for ammo. Two boxes of bullets. They needed to be careful how they used them. Bullets were impossible to find. When they had first arrived in Wyoming, the first thing Angela had done was stalk up on weaponry and ammo. All they had left was what they had taken with them the night of her death. Once they were out they were out for good. There would be no more left. They needed more than just butcher knives as back up weapons once they ran out. Georgette closed her eyes and lay back in the soft grass.

Georgette walked along with Angela, still in shock over everything that had happened. She hardly noticed how cold her foot was, now only in a thin white sock. The tears had frozen to her face, making it feel like stone. The image of the three dead men in the clearing was stuck in her mind, the sickening sound of the axe making contact with the man's head still sent disturbed shivers down her back. Angela still had it. It was tucked into a belt loop. The long handle made it awkward for her to walk but she couldn't do much as she had Candice in one arm and Georgette's hand in the other. The bloody blade glinted at her in the sunlight; she tried not to look at it.

From behind her she heard a hissing sound behind her. She turned around to see a walker coming towards her, its arms outstretched, lunging for her. More appeared out from behind the trees. Georgette had never seen one before. She had heard about them. She had asked her daddy why she was never allowed outside the fence of the village. He had explained to her that there were evil monsters outside that lurked around waiting to eat people and the fence was the barrier between them and us. Her mother never allowed her to go to the fence because she didn't want her to see them trying to get inside. She had told her when she was older she could go. Her father had argued, saying that she needed to see them and face reality to be prepared for anything but her mother had won. It was grotesque. It looked like something that had once been human. It was a man. He was bare chest and had jeans on. It's skin was stretched tight across its bones. It was covered with blood and wounds. Its teeth and gums were fully exposed as the skin around its mouth had rotted away. Its eyes were glassy and white. It grabbed onto her before Angela could react, its bony hand grabbing hard onto her shoulder, snapping its teeth at her. She tried to back up and tripped. Before the walker could land on her Angela kicked it over.

"Come on!" said Angela, grabbing her hand and helping her to her feet. The others were quickly advancing on them so they took off running again. They burst out of the woods and onto a road. "We need to find a car," said Angela, not slowing down. They found one a little further down the road. Angela quickly opened the door and put them in the car. She went around to the front of the car and opened up the hood. Georgette held Candice in her lap, pulling her blanket tighter around her. She spotted something pink tucked into the pocket on the back of the seat. She pulled it out. It was a stuffed pink horse. She let Candice take it and wrap her little arms around it. Georgette put her arms around the both of them. Five minutes later Angela got into the driver's seat. Georgette asked

"Where are we going?"

"To find a new home," said Angela, trying to keep her voice sounding positive.

"Where?"

"We're gonna go back to where I used to live, far away in Wyoming. But first we have a stop to make." She put the car in drive and they went down the road. Georgette slumped down in her seat, not wanting to look out the window. They came to a halt ten minutes later. Angela turned around to look at her. "I want you to stay here; I'll only be gone for a minute." Georgette sat up and looked outside. It was their old home. She felt tears come to her eyes when she saw that everything had been burnt to the ground. There weren't any houses left standing, the fence lay flat on the ground and the trees were burnt to crisps. She did see a few walkers around.

"Can I please come with you?!"

"It's too dangerous out there, you have to stay here and watch over your sister."

"I'll carry her; I promise I'll stay right behind you!" Angela looked at her pleading face and gave in.

"Fine, but stay close to me at all times, don't go wandering off." They got out of the car, Georgette still holding Candice tightly to her. The few walkers that came for them Angela easily took out with the axe. Georgette tried not to look at their bodies as they walked by. Without the houses the place looked bare and unfamiliar but as Georgette walked in between two burnt piles that used to be homes she started to recognize where she was. Her house was just up ahead. When they came to it all that was left was a blackened shell. There was still smoke rising from it. Angela went in first.

"Do you remember if your daddy left any guns or weapons we could use?" Georgette was to awe stricken to answer. She walked into what used to be their kitchen. The cabinets were gone and now just a pile of ash. The walls had been burnt out so she could see into the bedrooms. Everything was gone. The flames had destroyed everything. She remembered a safe her dad kept under the bed. She'd seen him put some handguns in it before but the long guns and his crossbow were kept on a rack by the front door. Without speaking she ran into her parent's bedroom. The bed was a pile of rubble. She handed Candice to Angela and began to dig, covering herself in dark ash in the process. She finally came to it. It had been blackened but not destroyed.

"I don't know the combination," she said, pulling on the lock. Angela handed Candice back to her.

"Step back," Georgette went back into the living room. She watched as Angela swung the axe, breaking the lock off the front. She opened the door. With a smile she pulled out three handguns and several boxes of ammunition. They left the house but instead of going back to the car Angela went in the opposite direction. "I need to go see if your mother is still there," said Angela, leaning down and looking into Georgette's eyes. "Go back to the car and take this." She handed Georgette one of the pistols. "If you see a walker aim at it and pull the trigger. Scream if you get overrun," Georgette remembered when her father had taught her how to use a gun. It hadn't been loaded but he had showed her how to aim and pull the trigger. It had been another thing her mom had been opposed too but agreed when her dad said they'd use no bullets.

Angela watched Georgette go safely back to the car and then walked towards where she'd left Beth. When she got there she found what she had expected. The grass and moss was still covered in dry blood but her body was not there. There was no doubt in her mind that she had been eaten by walkers or become one herself. Thank god she had not seen her among the walkers she'd taken down when they first got there, Georgette didn't need to see that. She turned away and walked back to the car, ready to leave it all behind.

They had been on the road for about nine hours now. The sun was setting and they needed a place to stay. They kept riding until they found an exit. A road leading to a small gas station branched off to the left. That would have to do for the night. They rode down to it and dismounted.

"I'm gonna go check for walkers," said Georgette, pulling out her knife, "Stay here and watch the horses." She walked up to the glass door and knocked on it to draw any walkers out from hiding. Nothing. She pulled on the handle and was surprised to find it locked. She pulled harder, rattling the door. It was no use; they'd have to find another way in. Just as she was about to turn away and walk around back she saw someone walk out into view inside. It was a man and he had a gun pointed at her. She heard him yell from inside.

"Don't move!"

This was a bit of a filler chapter until the end. Not much happens on the open road in the middle of nowhere lol, that's why I used a lot of flashbacks. But things will heat up for the girls after this. Thanks everyone for your reviews and support :) I will also be posting a map of the girls path through Nebraska in my profile tomorrow.