**Chapter 3: On the Move**

The desolate landscape stretched out before them like an endless grave, the silence broken only by the crunch of gravel beneath their feet. Angela and Fina walked side by side, their footsteps echoing through the empty streets like a death knell. The sky above was a sickly shade of yellow, casting an unhealthy glow over the ruins of civilization. As they walked, Fina pulled out a granola bar from her backpack and took a bite, her eyes lighting up with a warm smile. "Mmm, I love these things," she said, her voice a gentle oasis in the midst of the apocalypse. Angela raised an eyebrow, amused by Fina's enthusiasm. "You find granola bars in this new world, and you're excited?" Angela asked, a hint of teasing in her voice. Fina chuckled, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "Hey, don't knock it till you try it," Fina said, offering Angela the granola bar. "It's the little things that make life worth living, right?" Angela shook her head, smiling despite herself. As they continued walking, Angela found herself relaxing in Fina's presence. It was a strange feeling, one she hadn't experienced in a long time. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about Fina that put her at ease. After a while, Fina spoke up, her voice low and curious. "So, Angela, what brought you to this part of town?" Angela hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. "Just looking for supplies," she said finally, her voice neutral. Fina nodded, her eyes never leaving Angela's face. "I'm looking for a safe place to settle down," Fina said, her voice filled with a quiet longing. "Somewhere we can rest for a while, you know?" Angela's eyes narrowed, her instincts on high alert. "You're looking for a safe haven?" she asked, her voice cautious. Fina nodded, her smile faltering for a moment. "Yeah, I guess so. I just want to find a place where we can be safe, you know? For a little while, at least." Angela's expression softened, her guard dropping ever so slightly. As they turned a corner, Angela spotted a small grocery store up ahead. "Let's check that place out," she said, her voice practical. "See if we can find any supplies." Fina nodded, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Sounds like a plan to me." As they approached the store, Angela's senses went on high alert. She motioned for Fina to stay back, her eyes scanning the entrance. Fina nodded, her face set in a determined expression. Angela crept forward, her gun at the ready. As they entered the store, Angela's eyes adjusted to the dim light. The store was a mess, shelves knocked over and debris scattered everywhere. But Angela's trained eyes quickly spotted a few useful items. "Hey, Fina, come check this out," Angela called out, her voice low. Fina moved forward, her eyes scanning the area. As they worked together, gathering supplies and loading them into Fina's backpack, Angela felt a sense of camaraderie growing between them. It was a small thing, but it was there, nonetheless. As they left the store, Fina turned to Angela with a smile. "Thanks for watching my back back there," she said, her eyes sparkling with gratitude. Angela shrugged, her face set in a neutral expression. "No problem. We're in this together, after all." Fina's smile faltered for a moment, and Angela caught a glimpse of something deeper in her eyes. But it was quickly replaced by a warm smile, and Angela was left wondering if she had just imagined it. As they walked on, Angela couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. It wasn't just the zombies they had to worry about; it was the other survivors, too. And as she glanced over at Fina, Angela felt a spark of uncertainty. Could she trust this stranger? Or was she just another threat in a world gone mad? The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the desolate landscape. Angela and Fina continued walking, their footsteps echoing through the silence. As the darkness deepened, Angela spotted a small gas station up ahead. "Let's check that place out," she said, her voice low. "See if we can find any shelter for the night." Fina nodded, her eyes lighting up with excitement. "Sounds like a plan to me." As they approached the gas station, Angela's senses went on high alert. She motioned for Fina to stay back, her eyes scanning the entrance. Fina nodded, her face set in a determined expression. Angela crept forward, her gun at the ready. As they entered the gas station, Angela's eyes adjusted to the dim light. The store was a mess, shelves knocked over and debris scattered everywhere. But Angela's trained eyes quickly spotted a few useful items. "Hey, Fina, come check this out," Angela called out, her voice low. Fina moved forward, her eyes scanning the area. As they worked together, gathering supplies and loading them into Fina's backpack, Angela felt a sense of camaraderie growing between them. It was a small thing, but it was there, nonetheless. As they settled in for the night, Angela couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. She glanced over at Fina, who was busy rummaging through a nearby shelf. "Hey, Fina?" Angela said, her voice low. Fina looked up, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Yeah?" Angela hesitated, unsure of how to phrase her question. "What's your story?" Angela asked finally, her voice neutral. Fina's expression softened, and she sat down next to Angela. "My story?" Fina repeated, her voice low. Angela nodded, her eyes never leaving Fina's face. Fina took a deep breath, her eyes gazing into the distance. "I was at home when it happened," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was with my family...my mom, my dad, my little brother. We were all trying to figure out what was going on." Angela's eyes narrowed, her instincts on high alert. She could see the pain in Fina's eyes, and it was like a punch to the gut. As Fina continued her story, Angela found herself drawn in, her heart aching with empathy. She realized that she wasn't the only one who had lost something in this apocalypse. And as she glanced over at Fina, Angela felt a spark of connection. Maybe, just maybe, she had found a friend in this desolate world.