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group because a lot of them would probably be dead by spring. It wasn’t just her inner negativity and paranoia about getting too close to people because of what happened to her family, either. The odds just weren’t on their side.

Roman and Elijah joined her and ate breakfast, as well, and then they mounted up in Tristan’s truck, which now had the trailer attached again. Abraham explained he’d gone and retrieved it early this morning from Jane’s place where they’d stored it. She sat in the back with Elijah and Dixie.

They drove to the mansion of Jeff’s former boss and pulled in the drive. Nobody was around, or so she hoped. Roman volunteered to check it all out and went in alone. She sent Dixie with him, and the dog seemed to understand she was needed. He came out a few minutes later and declared it empty. Dixie was wagging her tail, so that made Wren feel even better about their situation.

Roman announced, “I’ll back the trailer up to the garage doors. You guys go in and start getting stuff organized and ready.”

“No problem,” Elijah said and exited right before she did.

Abraham told them, “I’m going to see what I can find in the garage.”

She and Elijah found more supplies in the basement: soap, laundry detergents, and cleaning supplies, which seemed important since grocery stores were hardly open now and military shipments and drop-off locations were basically nil.

“Hey, found more of those radio things,” Elijah announced as he came into the room where she was packing supplies into a box. “We took walkie-talkies from that bunker last night, too.”

“Great,” she said. “Those will come in handy.”

Upstairs, there was a ruckus, which she assumed was Roman.

“Just stack stuff by the stairs, and we’ll carry it all up,” Elijah offered, to which she agreed.

She grabbed a plastic tub and began filling it with canned goods she found in a walk-in pantry. It wasn’t a lot, obviously having been mostly consumed by Jeff and his crew, but she took everything there. Then she joined the guys upstairs, where they were loading it all into the bed of the truck. She ran up to the second floor and raided the bathrooms and found a lot of things that would be helpful like soap, shampoo, and toiletries. Soon, they’d probably all be out of supplies like toilet paper, maxi pads, and toothpaste, so she stuffed it all into trash bags she found in a brand new cardboard box that was strangely left on the floor in a hallway. The place was a wreck, but it wasn’t from them. Apparently, Jeff and his crew were not tidy people.

There were three bathrooms on the top floor, so she took whatever she could find. The sounds of Roman and Elijah’s feet hitting the stairs and running trips back to the truck were constant as she also stuffed in extra towels and washcloths into another garbage bag.

At the end of the hall, she found a girl’s room. In fact, it was the bedroom of twin girls, who were clearly teenagers. The room was left untouched for the most part, the two twin beds still made, the dresser full of jewelry, pictures of them with their friends, and trophies for dance recitals. She was about to leave when she remembered the additional three girls who were now living at Tristan and Avery’s home. She checked a tag inside one pair of jeans and found it a size six. Close enough. The fresh trash bag in her hand was still empty, and Wren stuffed it and another one full of clothes from the girls’ closets and dressers. The tall girl, or as Roman had described Bianca, would just have to make due because beggars couldn’t be choosers in this new world.

Elijah gave her an inquisitive look, so she said, “For those girls,” when she handed him one of the bags.

“Got it,” he answered and hefted two over one shoulder, which was certainly a feat.

Of course, lifting a lot of weight was sort of his specialty in recent years. Roman without his clothing this morning looked a lot different from Elijah. He was long in the torso and lanky, not as bulky and thick as Elijah. He was certainly not flabby or out of shape, nor was he skinny, but there was a lot less mass. They were both putting in the cardio today, though.

She scavenged from the girls’ shared bathroom and threw everything of value into a laundry hamper she emptied out and carried down to the truck where Elijah was still arranging more items he must’ve found. He immediately took the hamper from her and hefted it over the side of the trailer.

“Found a bunch of dog food,” Elijah told her. “No dogs, but food. I don’t know.” He offered a shrug.

“Good, we’ll give it to Avery for her new pets. Where’s Roman?” she asked as Dixie bumped her nose against her hand, which usually meant she wanted to be petted.

“Out in the woods looking for that other radio. Tristan said we should find it by one of those bodies.”

“Oh,” she grimaced. “Anything else in the kitchen?”

Abraham walked up to them near the trailer and said, “Nope. This is the last of it.”

“We should go,” she suggested. “I don’t like this. It seems too open, like anyone could come here now. Any of his old associates. We’ve got a truck full of supplies. Their friends could come back.”

“Or come looking for a girl,” Elijah said, to which Abraham nodded. Dixie whined softly and pranced in place. “She okay?”

Wren looked down at her. “Don’t know. We should go.”

“I’ll go get Roman,” Abraham offered, handed the box off to Elijah, and jogged in the direction of the woods.

Elijah looked around the massive, four-car attached garage and found a few tools he said they could probably use at the farm. Wren stood outside on guard. Plus, that dead Jeff guy was in there covered with a blanket on the floor.

The sun was out,