Chapter 2.4

Georgi put down the notebook then pulled out a small camp stove and set it up just outside the cabin door.

"Looks like we didn't forget all the pots," Rosemarie said, pulling a small saucepan out of the supplies.

She pulled shiny red plastic plates and utensils from a bag. “It's not the fanciest, but it'll do."

“I, for one, am thankful we have anything to eat, much less something to eat on,” Rosemarie said.

“Maybe we can find better stuff later,” Georgi said.

Rosemarie glanced toward Alex and whispered, “Do you think we’ll be here for that long? I mean, yeah stuff was crazy weird, but not z-dude weird.”

“Maybe a week or two at the most. Till this stuff blows over,” said Georgi.

“It’ll be much longer than that,” said Randy from resting place inside their tent. “We need to plan for the long haul 'n build up our defense. The zombies will only multiply. We need to be ready.”

Rosemarie cut Georgi a look and gesture that Randy had lost his mind.

Georgi rolled her eyes, “Ignore him. The CDC will handle this and we will be home in no time.”

“I hope so.” Rosemarie grabbed the French press and coffee. “As long as we stay out of sight, we should be fine...But...I guess it would be smart to prepare for a longer stay.”

Randy grumbled something about getting more ammo.

“I suppose so,” Georgi said.

Alex pulled closer to her mother. She looked up, worry in her eyes. “Momma,” she said in a small voice. “Are we really gonna be out here for a few weeks?”

Georgi wrapped her arm around her. “We might. But don't worry baby, it'll just be an extended camping trip.”

“Yes, but how long is it gonna be?,” she asked.

“I don’t know sweetie. It’ll be an adventure,” Georgi stroked Alex’s hair. “Do you have your camping book?”

Alex nodded.

“Why don’t you get it and read it to Murphy. He might be nervous,” Georgi said.

“Okay.” She pulled her book out of her backpack and went to sit by Murphy.

“Nice,” Rosemarie whispered.

Georgi's tent unzipped and Randy popped out. “You need to quit sugar coating everything. The shit has hit the fan and Alex needs to grow up in a hurry.”

“My kid. My rules,” growled Georgi.

“Whatever,” Randy huffed, walking out of the cabin and into the woods.

“And we’re leaving the stoner in charge of the gun?” Rosemarie said as soon as he was out of earshot.

“He’s a bastard, but he wouldn’t shoot us,” said Georgi.

Rosemarie looked back into the woods. “Right.”

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