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"I'm less worried about supplies," Ethan admitted as they walked, keeping to the side of the road where the trees provided them at least a base level of concealment. "Between you and me, we should be able to hunt. Safety's more important, and my bet is if we find a good spot out of the way might be we can wait out winter or plan where next we want to go. It's no Haven, but then two people shouldn't make so much noise to draw attention from unwanted eyes."
He scratched at his chin as he considered their options.
"Did you spot a lake or river anywhere?" He asked slowly, as if thinking each word as it left his lips. "Water's going to be tricky to come by, and it doesn't rain much here in the fall and winter. If we head that way, might be we find a good shelter with plenty of access to woods and water."
Riley pointed a spot out on their map, one within a day's march of their current location. It would carry them further south, towards a place called Burton Lake. He liked the sound of a lake - and a part of him recalled summers spent on the beach with his family as he thought of lounging out by the sun. Only, it was beginning to be autumn and soon would be winter.
And flesh-eating walking corpses, he told himself. Makes it hard to truly "lounge" doesn't it?
Still, a lake was their best bet. Haven had been blessed with plenty of wells around the town to pull groundwater from, but Ethan did not yearn for the days of joining townsfolk to fetch buckets of water and haul them back to town. A lake was simpler, and it was bound to house fish and draw in other wildlife they could hunt or trap. Ethan's vision swam with fragments of memories of his father taking him hunting back in Texas, and he nodded.
"That's the way we'll go," he said. "Might be we'll make something for ourselves there, for a little while anyways."
As confident Ethan was in their ability to carve out a small home, nothing was permanent when maintained by just two people. Sickness, random injuries, and other new-world dangers all made it crucial that more than just two people were on any task. They would need a community, one like Haven - with walls, and fighters, and scouts. But that would have to wait.
One day at a time, he told himself.
Letting Riley take point, Ethan followed her directions along the lonely forest road as the sun began to reach its peak overhead. The air was still chill, but the trees protected them from the bulk of the wind that came their way. With a proper shirt and jacket, Ethan felt comfortable and warm for the first time since taking to the road, even if his wounds had come to trouble him again. A week of minimal use and rest had done his injuries some good, but he reckoned they would haunt him for a good while longer yet.
Ethan took to watching Riley as she walked - her gait was confident, and he knew it was for having the destination ironclad in her mind. She was a good tracker and navigator, he had realized even with their minimal venture into Coker Creek what felt like a lifetime ago. In their week together, he'd found her optimism to be just short of infectious, and it was clear in the way she carried herself even now. As if she knew, beyond doubt, that what laid ahead was better than stood before them now. He envied her for that, if only slightly - whereas optimism had been a weakness for many Ethan had come to know, it seemed to be a crucial component of Riley's resilience.
The day progressed, and over an hour of marching along the lonely stretch of road, they came upon a fork. Ethan took the opportunity to drink from his canteen, looking to Riley.
"This way, right?" He asked, gesturing southwards with his free hand.
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