[center][i]Olivia[/i][/center]

“Yes,” Olivia said. She looked back at the strangely dressed woman and smiled, through her eyes looked haunted. “I grew up on a farm, similar to this, so we had everything. Dogs, cats, chickens, horses, cows, even a couple goats.” She looked down at the floor as they walked toward the kitchen, her hand idly reaching out and petting Kaylah’s dog whenever he got close to her. 

“Of course I expect they are all gone now.” She did not elaborate. In truth, she had no idea if things at her farm were okay. She knew her family were gone, but when the outbreak happened, she had been at school. The crazy things started happen around the time her dad, step mom and step siblings came to pick her up. It happened so fast and she ended up being separated as a group of undead advanced on her family.

For all she knew, her farm could be safe like the Mathews’ farm.

When they got to the kitchen, she was surprised to find it really clean. In fact, now that she thought about it, the whole house looked like it had never been infested with the undead. She raised her eyebrow, wondering which one of their companions had done all the cleaning. At least someone was getting things done.

“What do you want?” Olivia asked Kaylah. SHe walked over to the fridge. It was at least double the size of a normal refrigerator. She opened it and smiled. Food. Oh, it was like Heaven. 

“The power still works, so hopefully nothing in here is spoiled. How about eggs and bacon? There looks to be enough in here for everyone.”

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[center][i]Remy[/i][/center]

“You know if I had a working camera, I might take you up on that offer,” Remy said, with a much needed laugh. It had been a long time since he could just chat with someone, even a stranger, and joke around. It felt nice. More than nice, but he was trying not to get too attached to anyone.

As they talked about what they should do first, he could not help blushing yet again when Ash teased him about that. He rolled his eyes at her, pressing his hand to his face. Yes, so he was a little embarrassed. He lacked much experience with the fairer sex, especially since the outbreak stopped anyone from having normal experiences.

“Shut up,” he said, in a friendly, half laughing tone. 
Ash stepped closer to him and touched the bottom of his vest. He looked down at her, moving his hand from his heated face. Before he could say anything else, she took off and walked out of the bedroom. He followed, walking next to her. He watched as she checked everything as if expecting an undead around the corner. Remy couldn’t blame her.

[b]“Remy how long do you think we can keep this place secure?”[/b]

“I-I honestly don’t know,” he said, his voice hesitant. He wanted to tell her that everything would be fine and that it would be easy to keep this place forever as a safe haven, but that was not going to be the case. The undead would get in or one of their companions would do something stupid.

Like the guy in the attic. There was something not right with him.

“Theoretically if everyone does their part, goes on hunting parties to kill the undead who are getting close, raid nearby towns and just keep this farm maintained, the animals alive and the house stocked, we should be good, but we’re all strangers.”

“Who can we trust? You? Me? Them? Someone could be a threat to us. We have no way of knowing.”

He reached out and touched her shoulder, as if to comfort her. “For the record, you can trust me. I saw the way you looked at me the first time we met. I don’t blame you, of course.”

A sudden aroma overcame his senses. He sniffed, looked Ash in the eyes and grinned. “Am I dreaming, or do I smell bacon and eggs?”