Holly knelt in front of the kitchen cabinets, turning the corner cabinet turnstile around and around in dismay. By now, Morgan had wandered off to the open concept's living room, clearly more interested in playing with her plastic tea set than bothering Holly with questions as to what she was doing. Holly preferred it that way; she didn't want to Morgan to know that the family was almost down to scraps. Whether or not Morgan actually knew what that meant was another question, but Holly felt it was better if her tiny, little head wasn't worried about such things. Like everything else that had happened in the last few weeks, it wasn't fair to her. Then again, it hadn't been exactly fair to any of them in the first place.
She sighed, cursing herself for not going shopping just prior to the fallout. At least with pancakes it was just a case of mix and water, but sooner than later they'd be hard pressed to cook anything else.
Maybe Lee's mom can spare something...
Holly dwindled on the idea. She didn't wish to put more pressure on their next door neighbors, given the circumstances. Asking for food meant more mouths to feed, and it wasn't exactly like they could freely visit a store right now. Yet on the other hand, the two families had always been there for each other throughout the thick and thin. If there was one family or person she could have faith in to help her out, it would be the Graves.
Pushing herself back up to her feet, Holly closed the cabinet and approached the front door. She gripped the handle, hesitant to twist it. Ever since the apocalypse had started, Holly hadn't ventured long outside. One wrong step and you were zombie chow, being ripped apart by your former neighbors. Who knew what lurked outside that very door? The very thought of it made Holly shudder in cautionary fear.
She shot a momentary glance towards the umbrella stand beside the door. Playing it safe was wise, Holly felt, as she grabbed an umbrella from the stand. It might've not been the best weapon to defend herself, but the pointy end could at least fend the hungry undead away from her, not unlike a spear.
"Morgan, sweetie," Holly spoke, her grip on the umbrella tightening. "I'll be right back. Stay inside and keep an eye on dad, okay?"
"'kay!" Morgan responded, more focused on her make-believe tea party than anything else.
It hadn't been an answer Holly was satisfied with, but she knew she couldn't expect much more from a five year old. Taking a deep breath as she opened the front door, Holly hoped Morgan would be okay by herself, if only for a few minutes. Surely tea parties had to be more interesting than wandering off on her own and getting into troubleβthey had to be.