Holland “Holly” Rice was in a state of disarray. It’s been some a days since things went from bad to worse, and there was no sign of things getting better. She’d been hiding inside a rather large house since two days ago when she found it. As a general rule she made sure that wherever she went she would be close to the highways or a public road, but not too close, avoid residential and public areas as much as possible, and if it can’t be helped then hide in a forest. In the event that she had to hide away somewhere then make sure that the safehouse is fenced, secluded, and most importantly secure. There were a lot of other rules that she learned and made for survival, the rules were made just for her and another person since that’s how it was, but she was beginning to worry for her own health.

The house she was staying in was less of a house and more of a ranch. It was fenced, and, most likely belonged to a rich family as evidenced by the large pool, outlandish interior design, a four car garage independent form the main house, a boat house, a storage house, and the general amount of space that the building occupied. The residents or other survivors had already emptied the place of food and just about anything, necessary for survival, but that wasn’t much of a problem since she could take care of herself just fine. Supplies aside, it was a good safe house, it could have been great but the lack of food was going to make things troublesome in the long run, but the nearby field and the fruit trees could solve that problem once she got working on it. She didn’t want to stay though since it was doing for her peace of mind.
There were many reasons why she didn’t want to stay in one area for long, the first being that nothing good would ever come out of it, the second reason is that if she was to stay in one area for too long it would eventually attract people. These two reasons would lead to various complications that came to any society. The worst outcome being murder. The last time she’d been with more than two people someone got hurt when someone voiced a different opinion. 

To be perfectly honest she did want to stay. The place was perfect after all. A large part of her hated it though since it was peaceful, quiet, and boring. Being bored leads to thinking and that’s not something she wanted to do. In times of grief, the worst thing to do was think about the past. That was something she heard from her dad many times in the past. “Don’t dwell on things you can’t change.” He would teach to her. She hated that saying before since it sounded real preachy and now she hated herself for not being able to follow it. She needed to get out of this house even if it was that great. 

 The house she picked passed all the standard tests that she used for picking safe houses with flying colors no less. Not only was it perfect it was also isolated, had its own large tank of water, a generator that ran on fuel which there was a lot of, an outhouse, a storage house by the lake, a guest house, and lot’s of space in and out of the house. There were a few houses nearby, but they were also relatively isolated each with their own fences and large open spaces. There also areas for farming animals and the land was good to so it should be easy enough to live in this place and not be bothered by anyone so long as she managed to set things up by herself. There was also a small airfield and hospital nearby according to her map so anything troublesome should occur she could easily scavenger those places. Staying in this place was the most logical thing to do. She was not being logical. There was also the matter of her uncle and cousins so that’s one logical reason for her to leave this paradise.