Hazleton PA:Bear climbed up the steel ladder they had leaned up against the bus. Beth sat looking out at the street in an aluminum lawn chair. She turned as he made the top and smiled. Bear smiled back, turned and looked back into the junkyard for a moment. The view was unobstructed. The yard stretched away before him. He turned back to the front. A house lined street, like any house lined street, in any city. He assumed it went on into Hazleton, but they had not followed it."Quiet?""Very," Beth agreed. "These zombies don't seem all that interested in us. Or... I don't know, they're stupid... mentally slower." She shruggedBear nodded. "But I wonder if it works the same. I mean, I wonder if these just haven't caught up yet. And when they do, I wonder if they'll be as bad as the others."Beth looked back at the house lined street beyond the bus. She had been watching the street, occasionally turning to the junk yard, and watching the fence line for hours now. She had seen two dead. Both had been farther down the street, a good quarter mile away, so far that it may have been the same dead woman both times. She had not really gotten much of a look the first time. "I guess I'm just glad we don't have to fight them like we were. The brain rest is good."They both fell silent. Bear crossed and sat in the other lawn chair that had been set up on top of the bus."We should probably move out in a few days," Bear said. "It's nice, but it's not getting us any closer to where we want to be."Beth looked over at him. "Where do we want to be, Bear?" she asked."South... west?""You thought much more about these people that have this city all set up?""Yeah, except I haven't heard anything at all about them on the radio. I wonder, if it truly did exist... if it has fallen to the dead. Just because they aren't too smart here doesn't mean they aren't there.""So you don't want to look for it?"Bear laughed. "Have you considered that maybe I am not a man who can live a settled life, that maybe my life will always be in flux? I mean, in...""I know what flux means." She smiled again "I am no dumb girl, Bear.""Oh, I didn't mean to..."She held up a hand. "I know you don't think I'm a dumb girl. I over explain sometimes. Or react," she colored. She turned away and looked over the street. The dead girl was back, wandering the street, stumbling from house to house, slamming into the houses as she found them, apparently unable to see them or stop herself. She and Bear watched as she wandered up the street toward them and the bus that would block her way."I guess a place to call home," Bear said. "The year is going by so fast. We need people who know how to plant gardens, raise cows, things like that."Beth laughed. "You? A farmer?"Bear looked at her and smiled. "Uh, no. I'm not going to pretend either. What I would like is to be working steel again. That's what I did all of my life, but that's not going to happen. This will sound crazy, but I think... This really will sound crazy. I've thought about it, and it sounded crazy to me when I said it to myself, but I think I might drift.""Drift? You mean like a cowboy in a movie?"Bear laughed. "More like a biker movie I saw once, but I think I did get the word from a western. Yeah... Just drift. I don't think I want to settle down yet. I've been here one day and it's old."Bear had been watching the dead girl stagger up the street. He turned now and looked at Beth. She met his eyes and held them. She looked away first"Sorry... Not my business," she said."It would depend," Bear said."On whose business it is?" Beth asked."No. It would depend on the woman," Bear said quietly. Beth locked her eyes with his again. This time Bear looked away.The silence spun out. The dead girl slammed hard into the side of a garage; got up, stumbled to the back of the house, across the rear lawn and then walked off the end of a retaining wall that dropped into a deep ravine at the back of the house...