Earl sat in what used to be the lounge, and stared out through the open window. The cold breeze brushed past him gently, and the curtains slowly swayed from side to side. He was debating what to do. He had heard people talk about the colony, but he couldn't decide if he should go. It was a long journey, that much was for sure. They had vehicles, probably enough to transport everybody that wanted to go, but fuel might not be so accessible. Besides, they had everything they needed here. 

He looked on into the distance, across the dead grass and through the patch of tall, grey trees. He was worried about the cold. It had been two years since the outbreak. He had survived through two winters already, and he wasn't looking forward to the next. The question was, could he survive here. The building was safe from walkers, and hidden from people. But it was cold. Too cold.

 Besides, he was of no use here. He barely left the house anymore. What was his job here? He tied knots. He helped tidy up. Sometimes he even helped with the cooking. But that was about it. He hadn't ever been to Canada before, but maybe it was time to change that. Why sit around here and collect dust. There had to be something better. There were 5000 people to look after. He was sure that he could find some way of being helpful. He grabbed his climbing axe, and headed outside...