A cold, bitter winter enveloped the wooded countryside. While the snow did spread around surrounding areas, the isolated rural vicinity seemed more colder, it numbed right through the bone. Still, heading towards East to start another life away from so much noise and the riled animals called "humans," appeased both entities. Eff didn't mind being alone from much of society, in fact preying upon people would be more choosy as he preferred it that way, but when your in a city full of assholes, as a creature of near invisibility, going undetected from killing everyone sounds too easy. He enjoyed more of the thrill of working towards slaying a person with great art. Call Eff sick but to deny him credibility or praise of sculpting two mens bloodied bodies into a fern plant is too far for him. Eff had inherited some talent from Nny while he was under the the Voices control, which gave them both abilities from moving freely to being flesh and blood supernatural beings. All in all Eff evolved to be more selective of people he killed in contrast of Nny killing anyone who sniggered at him.

Stepping over a fallen tree, Eff called out to D-boy ahead of him, "You think we could've picked a better day to leave? The storms growing more restless."

D-boy kept walking, as if Eff restlessness faired any better than the weather, "If we didn't leave today, we would never leave. Remind yourself that house was like an attachment to us, and even I don't like being real myself, I'd rather not stick around in something as smothering as that house."

Eff caught up to his side, nearly breathless, "My, my someones growing independent. I wonder if you, headstrong one, can slow the fuck down?"

D-boy cracked a small smile, "You need to lose weight anyways."

This only caused Eff to huff at him and mock his counterparts words

Seriously, he's so childish sometimes

"Holes in you Eff," D-boy said,"I guess there's nothing like traveling on foot can't straighten you out."

Eff replied, "And that's cause I'm nothing like you. You never take a little indulgence of living, you stay huddled in a corner, and why? Just enjoy things."

D-boy wondered how many times must he repeat himself, he lost. Eff got what he wanted and still he pestered him, D-boy just wanted to take his own way out but trying that was futile. Now all he thought of was getting to Maine and either along the way or any time he would have an epiphany or a clue to aid him in ending his existence as he was starting to think he needed to acquire something to end all this. But for now he felt slightly obligated to stay with his opposite Eff. Even if Eff might think of rather killing D-boy off without a care…

There's a future idea.

However, D-boy had an inkling that Eff wouldn't kill him as he thought he was needed, only an assumption as things could change. And how things change. Both ex-pastry displays were at each others throats for a while, months to a year perhaps. But think of it as living in an unknown area where you don't know anyone or anything that every sense and every direction and even spoons are new to you and the only other person with you to survive through things like social/culture shock, and the way toilets make a horrible noise, happens to be your worst enemy. It's hard to work with them. But eventually you both understand that this whole new thing to somewhat conform in - is troubling, and you both need each others help. Still, you hate them and everything they do but you both know when is the time to aid each other. Mr. Eff and D-boy were in the same ship, so their bitter coexisting would have to work.

The snow began to fall harder as the trees swayed and creaked more and more way up high above their heads, the color of snow and sky couldn't differentiate as the blizzard rampaged on. The Voices could stand this vicious storm, however, annoying as debris flown about everywhere and trees and branches fell and whacked the snow mounded grounds.

Then a clearing was spotted as a cabin came into view, both approached looking into the front windows of the cabin. No one. Eff picked at the lock as it came undone and both went inside.

"Seems unkept," D-boy spoke, "A lot of dust."

Eff had been shining a small flashlight around the house in hope of finding a light switch. Instead there were candles and matches on a dinning table. All the candles were melted together and the wax had dripped down towards the sides of the table leaving drip marks all around the ground. Eff began to light the wicks on fire that had illuminated a glow reflecting the window panes besides the table. The only 3 rooms became visible the kitchen, living room, and a bedroom. The kitchen seemed bare with 3 chairs a wood stove, two counters, two cuboards, and a rusted, foul sink. The living room seemed cozy with throw rugs mismatched here and there, a long couch too squishy and soft, a fireplace, and a side table with a oil lamp. All those simple things would be charming if not for a taxidermy buck head erected on the wall. The bedroom had a closet full of blankets and towels, the bed already layered with many more covers, and a night table with a drawer. D-boy tried to open it to then discovered it was locked and needed a key.

"Maybe I'll get Eff to open it tomorrow."

Heading back into the living room Eff had made himself feel at home by lighting the fire place and laying down on the couch, seemingly content.

"Better in here than getting frostbite, huh, D-boy?" Eff called out grinning.

The Voice of misery hated agreeing too much with Eff, his voice was irritable as it was scratchy, "It suites fine." he replied promptly while laying out the map of their route. He looked it over to keep him preoccupied from talking to Eff and to speculate how far they've gone.

Not that far

Sighing, D-boys realization of how long it really was going to take finally hit him. It would take a long time to let alone get out of the area but also the city.

"Hey D-boy?" Eff inquired.

"What is it?" Keeping his eyes on the map.

Eff shifted on his side, "How long will it be to leave Trenton?"

D-boy then saw the last time he put the date on the back of the map before they left, then glanced out the window at the snow, "It's only been a day since we left and found this place but I haven't realized it since its been snowing and quite grey. I'm guessing a week to three, or less if we pick up the pace."

There was a river on the map him and Eff could follow and would be quicker that way, they just needed to avoid very populated areas as they agreed less places to pass through, less explaining to do.

He looked up to see the younger one had chosen to take the luxury of sleeping. Like eating and expelling wastes, they didn't need sleep as they were 'otherworldly.' Still, Eff liked the new things that came along being fleshy.

Disgusting.