She always knew she had to go West. North would get too cold, South too hot, and East would be big cities. Anyone left that might not be so nice would think that holing up in the city would be the best idea. Not for long, Deanie knew. Her instincts, that she had always known were worth following, told her West was the way to go. She would worry about that big River when she got there. If she got there.
She certainly had no reason to hurry. The first few days, she felt on edge, but the closer she got to the wooded areas, the more comfortable she felt. Still, the further apart the houses and stores were, the less she had opportunities to eat and drink. She was learning what she needed to take and what she needed to leave. She was going slowly, a few miles a day. Resting often because she was a little too anxious to sleep well at night and not quite back to one hundred percent since that awful flu. And constantly keeping her guard up was really exhausting. But she soon began to relax and get used to the rhythm of her days.