Once again left walking. I still have four towns to go. I don't know what time it is but it's dark and I'm tired. My only comfort is I at least know where I'm going.

I turn around and head back towards the highway. I check a few houses and when I find one with the door unlocked I stop in to eat whatever I can find. And warm up a bit while I'm at it.

The house seems empty. I grab a poker from the fireplace so I'm not totally unarmed. Typically I'd try and be quiet. Search the place methodically and eliminate any zombies. But they haven't really been much of a threat. Sure at first there was destruction and mayhem. But no one was prepared. Without surprise on their side, they really don't seem like much of a problem. Seems it's the living you really need to worry about.

I go into the kitchen and start banging pots and pans together. Too tired and beaten down to search. I'll let any that may be hiding in this house come to me. Sure enough three come down the stairs one by one.

I grab a broom and stick it in the banister through the bottom step. the first zombie trips, the other two falling right on top of it. It's a fairly routine process at this point. Taking the fireplace poker in both hands, stab down, pierce the skull. Repeat for numbers two and three.

All the zombies taken care of, I enter the kitchen. It's been left untouched since all this started. So there is plenty to eat. There's a row of cereal boxes. All in bright colours with interesting names.

I've never tried any of them before. So I opt for a box of "Coco Corn Crazies." Leaning against the wall, eating it dry straight from the box. I spot it.

There was a zombie in here with me the whole time. I think about killing it. But how could I. Even If I've completely given up hope on ever finding a cure. I couldn't live with myself if I killed this one. It doesn't even have teeth yet.

Gnashing it's gums, this baby zombie rocks back and forth in its highchair. Not even generating enough force to topple it. I'm left to wonder if zombies age.

It's certainly no threat. But I'm still not comfortable eating with it staring at me like that.

I don't even want it in the same house as me.

The only solution I can think of for the Zombaby is too put it outside. I carry the highchair from the back so the Zombaby is facing away from me. Covering it's eyes as we walk past it's dead family. Doubtful that it would notice but worrying there may still be some human left inside it.

I open the front door and put it on the step. Chair and all. I don't think they can feel cold. So it can sit out there until I leave. then I'll put it back in on my way out.

Once done, I take the box of cereal up to the parents room and eat it in their bed until I fall asleep. It feels like its been a long time since I've last slept in an actual bed. I don't mind Germaine and Courtney's couch. But it is a bit cramped. I could have taken a neighbouring apartment for the past few weeks. But I was content enough on that couch, and I think we all felt more comfortable being near each other.

I think of Courtney and Germaine again, feeling a bit guilty to be laying here warm and comfy while they need me. Imagining what they must be going through right now, I cry myself to sleep.

The next day I waste no time getting out the door before the sun rises. Pausing only to place the baby back in the house.

Walking, the snow has gotten deep. It takes me a long time just to get back to the highway. The house I stayed in was near the exit. It should have only taken me ten minutes to get there. Instead it took over thirty. Another half hour after that and I can still see where I got on.

I'm starting to get really hot. I want nothing more than to just lay down in the snow. Instead I take off my gloves and hat, and keep going. By the time I reach the next exit, I've lost all track of time. Was that an hour? was it five? Realizing I'll die if I stay out here I take the exit.

At the top of the exit there's a sign that reads

"Gristol" So I haven't made it very far. The sign also indicates that there's a University not far to the south.

I'm sure the doors would have been left unlocked. With the expectation that students come and go at all hours. I think some students actually live in the schools. So there's likely to be a lot of zombies there. But there should also be a lot of rooms with doors that lock. And I need to get indoors soon.

I also consider that if there is a community of survivors in this town. The university is a likely spot for them to congregate. Not that I've had any luck with groups of survivors. But the groups have all been large enough that they must take some people in.

I don't know how far I've walked by the time I finally see the university. I must have been two hours at least.

I approach the door, mostly glass, I can't see any indication of life. Zombie or otherwise. I give the door a tug, and it's locked. I could, and I should, search around for other entrances. Hoping to find an unlocked one. Instead, fearing I'll Lose my only foot to frost bite. I smash the window on the door with my fireplace poker, and open it from the inside.

I go deep into the school, hoping the further in I go, the warmer it will be. The halls are eerily quiet. Not a single zombie or survivor in sight. I happen upon the cafeteria. There isn't much left for food. Most of it has gone moldy. Though the bread had just gone hard instead. I try to force some of it down, but have little appetite.

Continuing my exploration, I find the library. It has a few nice couches, and enough books that I couldn't finish them in two lifetimes. Off the library along one of the walls. There are smaller rooms. I check out the one labelled "Study Room 3".

The room is perfect. It's small and quiet. With padding on the walls That I assume is for sound proofing. The only window is on the door, but the inside has a curtain that can be pulled down. Best of all it has a lock. I pull one of the couches into the room. I can sleep safely in here. And when I need to leave the room, I can check behind the curtain to make sure there's no one in the library.

I follow the signs to the dorms after. I could set myself up in one of these rooms instead. But there are too many windows to the outside and none on the door back into the school. Still shaken up by being caught by that old man, I want to avoid any unnecessary risks.

Instead I search all the unlocked rooms for candles. Finding quite a few, along with some matches. I take them back to the library.

Having set myself up nicely. I think, if I'm going to be snowed in here, possibly for days. This is a pretty nice way to spend it.

In the main area of the library. Taking advantage of the natural light while I still can. I'm Intrigued and horrified as I read a book on GMOs.

When the light is starting to fade, I think it's about time to grab some more food from the cafeteria. Then retire to my study room, to continue my reading by candle light.

The moment I open the door back into hallway, out of the library. I hear someone playing piano. Curious I follow the sound.

Past the cafeteria I continue down the hall. The music building. It's more than just piano. It's a full orchestra.

Loud and louder, I finally find the source.

At the end of a hallway there is a solid brown wooden door. Light pouring out all around it.