[b]Katie - Baton Rouge Gas Station - Tyler[/b]

They had been traveling a long time. It seemed like every day they were walking, always walking. But whenever she asked where they were going, her daddy had no answer for her.

They had stopped at a gas station that was very dirty and messy. She waited at the door like her daddy told her to. She had meant it when she said she would be good from now on.

Katie wrapped her arms around herself. She hated her daddy being out of her sight for even a few minutes. Ever since they had been reunited she'd had MAJOR seperation anxiety. She didn't go to sleep at night unless she was somehow in contact with him, either his hand on her head or her head on his leg or her hand in his.

But he came out fairly quickly. She hugged him, as was her custom when he returned even if he had only been gone for a second or two.
Then he asked her a funny question.
"My grandmother?" she echoed. She scrunched up her little face trying to remember. She looked sad when she failed. "I don't know Daddy. I'm sorry."
She felt like she had disappointed him by not remembering what he wanted her to. Disappointing him was the last thing she wanted to do. So when her stomach gurgled moments later she didn't say anything. She was actually hungry, but didn't want to bother her daddy. She was tired too, tired from all the walking, but she kept going, just slower then before.

---
[b]Heather - Camp - Undercurrent[/b]

She didn't like it.
There was a sense of trouble in the camp. She tried to tell herself that it was because of the added stress of packing up and moving along with the threat of the horde moving closer, but it was more then that. There was an undercurrent brewing, trouble of some kind.
They couldn't turn on each other. Not now.

Everyone could tell that DeSean did not like Floyd. Heather felt it was jealousy more then anything else. DeSean had been Hank's right hand for so long, he felt that Floyd was a threat to that.
Heather sighed. Hopefully in time DeSean would see that wasn't true. They needed to stay together, now more then ever.

She climbed into the SUV. "All good here!" she called out. She overheard part of DeSean's grumbles about Floyd and Hank. She shook her head. She wasn't even going to get involved in this testosterone induced hissy fit. Even Jennifer was having trouble settling him down.
She guessed it was a good thing he could get through his complaints now, that way he didn't vent them later or worse, act on them.
The only question now was: where were they going?