Georgi drove the truck back to the cabin. Away from the city seemed so peaceful. So quiet. If it wasn’t for the abandoned houses and businesses, the whole zombie thing could have been something they had imagined.
“Too bad we didn’t find much in the way of medicine,” said Rosemarie.
“We did get a few boxes of bandaids,” said Georgi.
“Momma,” said Alex. “A library.” She was pointing to a small unassuming building. It was a tiny white structure with a little sign.
“Oh,” Rosemarie said. “Yes. Good eye.” She ruffled the girl’s hair.
“Should we stop?” asked Georgi.
“Yes, please,” said Alex excitedly.
“Go for it,” Rosemarie said.
Georgi pulled the now almost overly loaded truck onto the gravel parking lot. Randy jumped down quickly and stomped to the driver’s side.
“Why are we stopping?” he growled.
Georgi took a deep breath. “Information,” she said. “We might get books on trap buildin’ or cookin’.”
He huffed. “Wait here,” he commanded and walked away before she could reply.
“Geez,” Rosemarie said.
Randy did his clearing of the building routine and motioned all was clear. He seemed to becoming more efficient at it. He was good for something at least.
“I’ll keep watch. But you’d better hurry, we don’t have much time before the sun goes down. I don’t want to have to fight in the dark,” said Randy as Georgi passed him to enter the tiny building.
Rosemarie walked through the door and was greeted with shelves of books crammed in every space. It was surprising how much could fit in this small space. This was an old school library. It still had the card catalog in a filing cabinet.
“I think the librarian must have misshelved some books,” Rosemarie said.
“Why?” asked Georgi, thumbing through a book about camping.
“There are a lot of books about sleeping in the middle of the gardening section,” said Rosemarie.
“Weird,” said Georgi without looking up. “Maybe somethin’ about gardens and relaxation.” She shrugged.
“Can you help me pick out a book?” interrupted Alex, appearing next to Rosemarie.
“Whoa,” said Rosemarie, jumping. “You are getting stealthy. Sure, I’ll help.”
Rosemarie helped Alex pick out a book on animals and a fiction about fairies.
It’s amazing how much we had become dependent on technology in our old life, thought Rosemarie.
They browsed through the library, until Randy started to get really impatient and started saying, “We need to go. We need to go.” over and over again. With a few books each, they made their way back to the truck.
When they returned to the cabin, they unloaded the food and stored it in the cabin. It was piled next to the wall in a hurry. Darkness was drawing in and Rosemarie didn’t want to be out in the open any longer.
“We’ll organize this stuff better tomorrow, “ said Georgi.
“Some shelves would be nice,” Rosemarie said looking at all heaps of stuff.
“More things to build,” Georgi muttered as she trudged up the stairs to the loft. “We need to fix up that fireplace too. Cookin’ in the treehouse is fun, but a little cramped.” 
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