"What's next?" asked Vanessa. "We had to get to New Mexico, we're here, at home. And now what's next, keep wandering in this dead country until the disease catches up with us too? What's next?”
No one answered. Although I understood the question well, his concerns I did not know how to resolve. It was not so much about where to go, but what to do. In the sense that one used to have a life plan: college, a good job, the house of one's dreams, and maybe getting married and having a family. All that had vanished, from our position the future looked distant and dark.
The next day we each went home to pack up our things. We concluded that Cranston would be behind us and that, although the town seemed to be free of zombies, it was not the right place to live. I packed as much as I could un
