Blake crossed the short overgrown patch of weeds and plants leading to the makeshift motor pool, three small stone walls and a large metal gate made it fairly secure, he set down the box he was carrying and went for his key. Homestead had amassed a small treasure trove of vehicles over the course of the outbreak, from cars to vans and of course the RV, but thanks to the availability of horses as a safer form of transportation the cars seldom went used unless a large scavenging trip was being carried out. He fumbled with the padlock on the gate and slid it off, checking over his shoulder to see if the rattling had attracted any dead heads. The gate swung open and he stepped inside, taking the box with him, he went to the far right and opened up the RV, putting the box away in one of the cupboards. He sighed and sat back on the sofa, the sleeping back that lay over it acting like a soft pillow. Looking around he made note of the modifications that had been made over time, the back had been converted into sleeping quarters with a bunk bed fitted in which could hold four, then there was room on the floor for a sleeping bag and then one more space on the sofa. The bathroom was a small cubical beside the kitchen, a sink, a microwave, a refrigerator, a broken oven and some storage cupboards. 

Leaning back on the chair, Blake reached into his pocket and took out the half empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter, he places one in his mouth and just as he was about to light it he heard the RV door open. His gaze turned to fix on the intruder, a tall skinny woman with brown shoulder length hair in her thirties, it was Linda, the only one left from his original group. "Don't smoke in here, you'll stink the place up." Blake laughed and took the cigarette out of his mouth, putting it back in the box and then away in his pocket. "Yes ma'am." He said jokingly. "What are you doing out here? What'd you do with those cans you took from the store room?" She asked, folding her arms. "They're our cans Lin, we brought 'um here seems fitting that we take 'em with us." She frowned. "Take them where?" Blake smiled. "Evergreen." Linda simply sighed and shook her head. "Blake, quit fooling around, get that stuff back in storage before someone other than me finds out!" He stood from his seat. "Dammit Linda I'm serious! Let's go now, both of us, we're only gonna wind up surrounded by dead heads if we stay here!" She swiftly countered. "And if we go out there we'll die before we make it half way to Canada! I'm going back to the house and I'm staying there." Her tone was final and she went out, slamming the door behind her. Blake sat down on the sofa and sighed, rubbing his head with his hands. "God dammit..."