Cassie watched as the headlights faded into the distance and sat up back in her seat as he said the snow might slow them down, "I hope you're right about that." She buckled back up and did her best to rest, and as the hours slipped by, Cassie felt herself feeling better and better, her fever going away almost completely by the time they saw snow outside their windows. It had been years since she had seen snow and for some reason it made her feel excited like a child on a snow day. There was just something magical about the snow. But....not when they were skidding across ice.

She yelped slightly, holding on tightly to the handle of the passenger seat as they skidded across the dark patch of ice, "Well, its a good thing that there weren't any other cars on the road. That might have turned out badly." She commented as she tried to calm herself, leaning back slightly as he started to drive again, a bit slower this time. It didn't last long though before he had stopped the car, asking if she could drive. She looked over at him and noticed him shiver slightly. Strange, the car felt so warm to her. But then again, maybe he just naturally had a lower body temperature than hers.

Nodding, she went to get out of the car and move to the drivers seat as he slid over to the passenger seat, "I actually am feeling better actually. I think my fevers gone down too." Buckling into the driver's side, she put the car into drive and began driving again, "I think....maybe....maybe the virus doesn't affect me for some reason? I mean, I can't catch the airborne and the direct contact didn't change me. I must have one hell of an immune system for it to fight it off like that."

Rex stayed in the car and when she opened the door he simply shimmed over to the passenger seat. Curling his toes within his shoes and stuffing his hands into his pockets, trying to starve off the cold. When she started talking he nodded, perhaps with too much enthusiasm given his voice lacked it. “Yeah. It certainly seems that way.” He about told her to hurry up and close the door but she had finally did so.

“We need to stop to get gas soon and should eat something while we are at it. You haven’t in awhile.” Hunched down in the seat he wasn’t as cold but didn’t know how long that would last him with snow continuing to fall. “Also… we are getting low on water.” She had drank more than they had prepared for while in the grasp of that fever.

Cassie nodded as she drove on, heading for the next exit and as she turned on to it she glanced over at Rex, her eyes showing a bit of worry to them, "Rex? Are you okay? You don't look like you're doing too well." She stated, moving her eyes back to the road as the exit led the on into a small town that didn't have nearly as many zombies as the other they had been in before. But, she guessed that made sense. if they were small towns when these things were still human, than obviously it would be a small town after they had turned into these walking corpses. She looked around and side, shaking her head she drove up and parked the car by the door of the biggest store in the town, sure they could find all they needed in there, as well as there was a gas station right next to it they could go to and stock up on a few containers of gas if she found some containers int he store.

Unbuckling, she looked at him as he curled up to avoid what cold there was, "Are you going to come inside? maybe we can some blankets to battle this cold? Or maybe some thicker jackets?" Waiting for his answer she reached down to check her gun. It might be good to grab some more ammo and a knife while they were here as well. It wouldn't hurt at least. Putting the gun back in its holster she looked to him once more, waiting for his answer as she went to get out of the car, hoping to make this as quick a trip as she could possibly make it.

“I’m fine.” Hopefully as cold as he felt the others of his kind would feel worse in trying to follow them this far north. He remained scrunched up as he was, while she drove and finally gave into the temptation to rub warmth back into his arms as they moved off the highway and towards a small town. With a nod at her question he straightened, zipping up his jacket with trembling hands and opening the door. The cold air stung him- clinging to unseen downy feathers and chilling the skin underneath. He exhaled a white plume of breath into the frosty air, clutched the crowbar and crossed the remaining distance to the storefront. He pried off the brittle boards of old wood off the door and then lead the way inside. With a flashlight in his freehand he shined the light across the shelves and down the aisles, proceeding in.

Nothing sprung from hiding to assault them and for that he was thankful. Shakily exchanging his tennis shoes for winter boots. He picked a better jacket and added scarf and gloves to his attire- bundling in his body heat. Grabbing a large duffle bag from a different section he brought it over to Cassie to begin stuffing. “Start grabbing as many water bottles as you can. We can store them in the car.” He sat down a moment “we should eat while we are here. What do you have a taste for?”

Once they were inside the store, Cassie exchanged some thing as well, getting boots, a scarf, gloves, and a hat so she could keep warm as well in this old weather. Oncet hat was done, she took the duffle bag he handed her and nodded, about to head off when he asked what it was she might want to eat. She thougth for a moment, "Well, the only thing we can have is canned food. Anything else would surely be bad by now. So, I think some ravioli." Having another thought, she grabbed a book book and spoke again, "I'll fill this one up with some food too. Never know when we'll have another chance to stop." With that, she went off, going down the isles, her first stop being for waters. She filled up the bag as much as she could and then made her way over to the food isle where she began to stuff it with cans, as well as getting a container of plastic forks to each the more messier foods with.

Once she had it done, she put the book bag on her back and the duffle bag over her shoulder and went back to where he still sat, smiling, "Okay. I think I got everything we need." She tossed him a can of ravioli and took her own opening it, "If ravioli's not your thing I get some other things in the bag as well." She stated, pushing the bag toward him if he wanted to look through it, before she began eating her food. So far, things were pretty quiet, which she was enjoying It was even peaceful almost. Leaning back, she sighed, brushing her blonde hair from her face, "Just a little further and maybe we'll have those aliens of our trail. " She hoped anyway. Looking back to him, she smiled slightly, "So, Rex, you haven't exactly told me much about yourself. How did you survive this long around the zombies?"

When she walked off to collect necessary supplies he rubbed his arms until he felt less numb and then stood to leave that spot. While she got water he checked the aisles labeled sport gear- faded dusty print hung on the sign overhead. Here there was various gear to consider in the quest of zombie slaying. He choose a gulf club, bouncing it lazily in his hands before swinging at an imaginary tee- pretending to watch the little white ball soar towards the ceiling as he knew humans did in the sport related to it. After a moment he picked up a wooden baseball bat as well and fancied the weight. The rules involved with its game were a little more complicated than gulf though so rather than picturing the playing field he carried it back with him, to sit once more.

Returning Cassie’s smile when she joined him once more before accepting the ravioli and then the can opener. He put it aside when she started speaking and took the baseball bat and gulf club in both hands and held them out to her. “I travel a lot.” He explained vaguely. “Which do you want? The club or the bat?”

"I'll take the bat." Cassie stated, taking the bat into her hands "When I was little my dad taught me how to swing on of these things." She took a practice swing with it and grinned before she sat back down, "He took me mini golfing once too but the club slipped right out of my hand and broke a window, so I think that is clear enough a sign for me to stay away from using those as a weapon." She joked and set the bat aside before going back to eating. She ate a couple of bites, thinking about what he had said on how he had survived this long and pursed her lips, "That's it? Just a bunch of traveling?" That sounded pretty uneventful to her, "No big attacks? Meeting other survivors? Just running around?" But, then again, what else should she had expected. All she had been doing to survive was hide in a plane and collect supplies when she needed them? Maybe the key to surviving this was to run and hide? it seemed to have worked with the two of them thus far anyway.

Taking another bite of her food, she shrugged, "I guess that does make sense. I survived by hiding, so traveling around to a lot of places shouldn't be any less efficient." She looked back up at him, a curious look coming to her face, "Am I the first person you've met in a while?" She had to admit she was curious about that. He could have met other people who maybe had died? Or maybe scavengers that didn't really want anything to do with other people. She sure hadn't seen any of those, but for all she knew he might have.