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eyebrows as dark as her hair, and he
could tell by her slender shaped face that underneath her bulky clothes she
would be tiny. Most likely starved, because in this day and
age there wasn’t enough food to keep someone a healthy weight let alone
overweight.
    Before
he could respond, she turned and started moving through the forest. He
followed, keeping his ears open for any sound or movement from the infected, or rogue humans like they had encountered back in
town. He scanned left and right, keeping his eyes trained on everything around
them. After about half an hour of hiking through the thick foliage of the
woods, the trees parted and a rundown and deserted warehouse came into view. It
was strange seeing this building out in the middle of nowhere, but the broken
and hanging sign on its side said it had manufactured farm equipment. It made
sense because of the small Colorado town they were currently in, and the land
that surrounded them.
    The
dirt ground gave way to cracked and uneven pavement. There was a large gap in
the fence that surrounded the ten or so acres of property that the warehouse
sat on. It wasn’t an overly large building, certainly nothing that could have
been seen in New York, but for this town it probably was very substantial.
    “I
stay up there.” She pointed to the highest level of the three-story building where
a broken out window was. She moved through the opening in the fence, and he
followed closely behind. He didn’t see any infected on this side of the
property, but he could hear their moaning and groaning echo off the pavement
and the building. She might think this place was safe, but it wasn’t, not with
the amount of sound he heard, and the access anyone had to the building. It
wasn’t secure, and certainly not safe. She might not know this yet, but he
wasn’t just coming here to rest and eat. He was coming here to make her see
that she was his, and that he’d be taking her away from this place.
    They
made their way into the building without coming in contact with any infected,
but Collin knew that was just luck. He stopped at one of the windows that
showed him the other side of the property, saw at least thirty infected walking
around aimlessly, and cursed low.
    “Are
you coming?” she said softly.
    He
turned away from the horde of infected corpses only separated from them by the
debilitated warehouse. He followed her toward the back of the building, around
one corner, and stopped when she came to a halt. There were a few pieces of
machinery that were rusted and aged from time and the weather that came through
the various holes in the ceiling. Collin watched as she moved over to the
corner. It was darkened from the shadows, and when she started pulling a piece
of machinery out from it he moved forward.
    “I
got it,” she said without turning and facing him. The sound of the metal
scraping against the concrete was loud, and he knew that the infected would be
able to hear it. But she stopped after a second, and pulled out a ladder. When
Rebecca placed it against the wall he looked up and saw that there was a narrow
loft above them. It was pretty well hidden because of the rafters crisscrossing
in front of it, and the thick layer of shadows blocking it from view. There
weren’t any holes in the ceiling right above it to shed light on it and reveal
its location, and although he knew there was a small window somewhere up there
from when she pointed it out to him, he couldn’t see any light.
    After
adjusting her backpack and tote over her shoulders, she started climbing the
ladder, then stopped and glanced at him over her shoulder. Collin had to admit
he was damn impressed by her ingenuity and the fact she was smart enough to
find this place to hole up in.
    He
adjusted his own bags, nodded, and started after her, knowing that this woman
might very well give him a run for his money when it came to her stubbornness
and strength. But she’d realize that Collin never gave up, and he wanted