She nodded and stood up. She was ready to get moving–– not like they had anything else to do. Or anyone else to take care of. Now it was just the two of them, relatively fit young adults. No ties to families, no sentimental belongings that she knew about, and [i]hopefully[/i] no weird complicated feelings to get in the way (that was probably too much to ask, as there was already something like fierce urges to protect Nick that Mattie couldn't explain).

Not that it mattered. She couldn't muster up the imagination to foresee anything in their future other than bleakness: fighting the undead, burning through limited supplies to prevent becoming infected, constantly roaming in search of shelter and food and water that wasn't tainted. 

Just thinking of it made Mattie tired, and they hadn't even gotten started yet. 

"Ready to go?"