They’d stripped the clothing section of the store to protect themselves against the cold; there were shelves and bins of Wellies and garden boots and they’d bagged up anything else of worth. It was noticeably warmer this morning and there’d been no fresh snowfall. Though there were clouds on the horizon, for now the sky overhead remained a clear electric blue.
They’d walked north for an hour already, the remaining snow increasingly turning to slush beneath their boots. They followed the tracks cleared by their truck, though they knew they’d disappear before long. But there was no way they could go any faster. Much to her chagrin, Ruth had been pushing Vicky in a wheelbarrow. But she was still slowing them down. Selena walked alongside, stopping the barrow from tipping over. It was impract
