They made it back just before darkness fell.
They weren't able to get nearly as many supplies as they might have wanted, but at the same time, Zubair was pretty sure that no matter how many supplies they got, it would never feel like enough.
Elias might have protested at the idea of zombies and everything else 'unscientific' but the other man couldn't help but shake the feeling that this was really the end of the world…it just hadn't hit them yet.
Snow crunched beneath their boots as the last rays of sunlight slipped behind the treetops, casting long, jagged shadows across the frozen landscape. The air bit at exposed skin, sharp and still. Inside the cabin, the heat from the woodstove clawed its way through the walls, but the cold clung to Zubair's bones like something permanent.
He couldn't tell if he was freezing cold or burning hot. But either way, he needed to get away from everyone else before he did something he would regret.
