<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-family:Calibri"><div style="visibility: visible; border-top: 5px solid #7E52A0; border-bottom: 5px solid #D295BF; border-left: 5px #252525; border-right: 5px #252525; border-radius: 100%; height: 120px; max-width: 120px; margin: auto;"><div style=" /*IMAGE*/ border-radius: 100%; height: 110px; max-width: 110px; margin: auto; background-size: cover; background-position: center; background-image: url(https://64.media.tumblr.com/9cf566df3161ad60096225557c5cfab8/20cf895db430337c-6e/s250x250_c1/7cd60bf672635638eb331f82da80860e12776bed.gifv); font-size: 0px;">image</div></div><div style=" font-size: 20px; font-weight: lighter; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px;"><span style="font-family:Quicksand">Harper</span></div></span>​</div><span style="font-family:Calibri">Several minutes after the broadcast was over, Harper found herself simply laying in her parent's bed on her back. Staring up at the ceiling as she could feel warm tears sliding down the sides of her head. It had been a woman speaking, that much was obvious, but for the first time since she had been separated from her group she had hope that she finally wouldn't be alone anymore in this forsaken world. Soft rays of sunshine had started to peak through the curtains hanging over the windows, telling her that she needed to get up and get a move on. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">If she remembered right, West Jefferson was about an hour and a half away from her by car. Or it used to be. Surely it was going to take a lot longer now that the flow of traffic wasn't a real concept anymore. Now it was just obstacles and dangers with a high chance that she wouldn't even be able to take the main roads that would get her there the quickest.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">She hesitated for a long time before she finally made herself move, pushing herself out of the bed and getting up. Her plans had changed and she needed to adjust herself accordingly but first… The door to her parent's closet was pushed open, the scent of their laundry detergent long gone but she needed something. That simple comfort that she could use to convince herself that they were still with her in spirit. A long sleeved flannel shirt was pulled from its hanger before being tossed over her shoulder. A hard decision to make but she knew it wasn't realistic to think that she would be able to pack all of their clothes around. The flannel and the pictures she had already grabbed the day before would have to be enough.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Then, the next order of business. She collected her things from the bed before she moved quickly to her mother's office. She remembered that she kept a book with state maps inside of it, granted it might not be the most recent one since that one was usually kept in her work truck but it would be good enough for what Harper needed at least. It didn't take much digging before she found it in one of the drawers of the desk. It was the small victories she had come to relish in this new world. She had taken steps to move around the desk when she noticed one of her mother's old bandanas sitting on top of it. Something the woman would have used to hold back her hair when she was doing her paperwork.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Fingers trailed over the bright garment slowly at first before she grabbed it, adjusting everything she was carrying awkwardly so that she could tie the bandana around her wrist. Tears were threatening to spill once more, she could feel them. That told her it was time to get out of here. She took her time as she walked to the front door, touching little trinkets here and there as she passed them that filled her mind with all of the good memories that she still held of the house and her family.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"I love you. See you in the next life. I promise." She said softly, choking on her own words as she quickly stepped out of the house. Locking the door behind her out of habit before she quickly moved to her car and climbed inside. It was hot inside of the vehicle already after having all of the windows up but she left them up for now, locking the doors as she sat with it still off and the book of maps open across the steering wheel. She was going to have to plan her trip carefully to avoid the major population hubs which from her past experiences told her would cause the most trouble.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">Interstate 65 was the main road from here all the way to where she needed to go, nearly. "Fuck." She mumbled to herself as she used her finger to trace some of the smaller interstates and highways that moved off of each other like small veins. If she was lucky she might make it by the end of the night, if not her trip could easily last her a couple of days. She had enough supplies to make it, she knew, but that was if nothing happened that would force her to abandon the car.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">All she could do was get her journey started, turning the key for the car and be greeted by her <a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FJygHtlGt9Kc&amp;hash=dc7a2960e44c5d4133087512625caa8c" href="https://youtu.be/JygHtlGt9Kc" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">music</a> playing once more. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calibri">"Here we go."</span>