The dark skies rumbled, it had been a long time since it rained in the dry parts of Georgia, but Isabella wasn't complaining. The cool droplets of water soothed her sticky skin and soaked her long brown hair.

Closing the door to the farmhouse she sighed, "Take off your boots before you walk around." Isabella turned around to face her uncle Hershel, a kind old man that took her and her daughter in when her mother wouldn't.

"Of course uncle," she said with a small smile. Kicking off her black muddy boots at the door, she walked to the large oak cabinet in the hallway and stuffed her hunting weapons inside before locking it up. Walking into the kitchen silently, she found her small brunette daughter sitting at the table surrounded by crayons of all colours.

"How was your day princess?" She asked sitting down beside her daughter. The girl shrugged her small shoulders pushing her hair out of her face. "Did Bethy sing to you before your nap?" She asked, the girl nodded. "What did she sing?"

"Something she said you would like," the girl said with a small smile before going back to her colouring book. Isabella smiled and stood up and went to stand behind her daughter, running her fingers though her daughters hair before tying it back in two braids.

The mother and daughter talked freely, sharing small laughs and fits of giggles as they filled the pages of the colouring book. "Mommy?" Ginger whispered softly, putting her pink crayon down. "Yeah sweetie?" Isabella asked concerned seeing her daughter so upset.

"When can I go back to school and see my friends? I miss them," Isabella sat in silence for a few seconds, what was she supposed to tell her?

How do you tell your daughter, the most important person in your life, that the world has ended? How do you tell her, that her friends probably didn't make it in the long run of the moving effort? That people are coming back to life and eating others? How in God's name was she supposed to tell her daughter that they were living in the middle of an apocalypse?

"I don't know sweetie, remember Mrs. Mathews said she would send out a letter when it was time to go back?" Ginger nodded, "Okay good, so you and I will take a horse down to the mailbox tomorrow and we'll go check for a letter okay?"

"Okay mommy!" Ginger said with a smile, jumping up off her chair and kissing her mothers cheek. Isabella watched as Ginger scurried off out of the kitchen with a smile on her face and going to ask her uncle if she could watch spongebob on the TV.

Putting her head in her hands Isabella sighed. "She still asking?" Maggie, Isabella's cousin asked walking into the room. "Sadly, I just don't know what to tell her." Isabella muttered, standing up and cleaning up the mess her daughter made.

"You can start by telling her the truth," Maggie said with a shrug, helping her cousin. "She's only five Maggie, she will have no idea what I'm talking about." The two fell silent after that and finished cleaning before starting to make dinner together.

"I wish I could just be working again," Maggie laughed at her cousin. "You're so weird," she said. "You know, just preforming one more operation would make me happy, just one more with the medical supplies they have cooped up in the overrun school. That's what I need," Isabella said with a small smile thinking about the piles upon piles of medical supplies that sat in the old high school.

"You know we only stick to the small store in town," Maggie said in a hushed whisper looking over her shoulder, her father hated them talking about going past their regular spots. "I know, but just think about it Maggie, you never know what will happen, and you sure as hell don't know how many doctors are left in the would, those supplies could do wonders now."

The short haired brunette shook her head slightly. "I love you Isabella, but you're absolutely crazy." Maggie told her, cutting up potatoes.

"Maybe me being crazy will save us some day."