Fully stocked up on fuel as we made a stop along the interstate at the same truck stop we stopped at coming this far we listened to the new plan. We were headed north but to where? There's a lot of north to go to.
A.J. said we'd need a freshwater supply, safety from attack, ground to build upon, and ground to till and grow food. We'd need a place to fish and hunt for protein when the dehydrated supplies ran out, and as vast a quantity as we have they will eventually run out.
We were starting to head into spring in the Tri-City area, if we go further north we'll run into winter again and freezing temperatures. Perhaps that's what we need though. These cannibals are infected with something, they are still flesh and bone. Ice still freezes and cold is still cold having the same effect on survivors and infected.
Who knows maybe the infected go south for the winter which is why we saw a valley full of them? It was warm and they were active. I'm betting there are no more borders leading into Canada, it's likely big wide open country now with moose, elk, and lakes galore full of fresh clean water.
Yeah, let's head to Canada maybe or Alaska. It's too much to hope that Alaska had escaped the infection but parts of Alaska are so desolate I doubt residents even knew it happened.
"Alaska." I tell A.J. "Let's go to Alaska and start over. It's rugged country, massive fresh water lakes, abundant hunting, cold enough to possibly offer protection from the infected, and desolate enough that people just aren't much of an issue to defend from. In fact we might be the bearers of the bad news that the lower forty eight just don't exist anymore."
"Objections," A.J. asks. The small group was silent, "Alaska it is."
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