Her foot began to bleed as she walked on the beach, cut by the jagged funnel of a broken bottle. "It was dumb to take off my shoes" she thought. It was too dangerous to get comfortable with the world. She and her group went North by way of the coast because there was no where else to go. There were pipe dreams of survival in the South and for the last five years that is what they were all living on.
The leader's baby girl was now able to walk, but not for too many miles for she was just a little thing. His boy, almost a grown man, is the replica of his fallen mother and he continues to wear his dad's hat. The newlyweds of the group continue to be madly in love. They were separated at one point and they proved that they would cross any mountain or stream to get back to one another.
The new guy reminded her of G I Joe of the group. Always ready for a battle. As he walked in front of her, the sun reflected the redness in his hair which gave him a boyish look. With all that is going on it was good to see some innocence even if for a split second.
As she watch the happiness that she knew would not last, she got comfortable and let her toes feel the sand. It felt like eons since she last did this and the smiles on their faces were like heaven which is why she was sorry to bring the bad news. The "Walkers" were coming.