“Roger and I can go on the trip for gas. I think if we could get some things like soap and batteries that would be great too.   We wiped out the nearest gas station last fall, but maybe we can get out further and find another one.”  George hoped that Roger wouldn’t be too pissed that he was volunteered for the run, but George felt they both needed to stretch their legs a bit.<br/><br/>George felt a little couped up and he could only imagine that Roger felt it even more so.  “It would be great if we could find a supermarket that hasn’t been picked clean... I know that would be incredibly dangerous though to go into the city.  Just dreaming at this point.  Also,” George paused as he ran his hand through his hair before continuing, “a horse would be nice. We might be able to do some recon and find a ranch.. it’s possible for some of them to have survived the winter.”<br/><br/>George wasn’t usually so talkative and demanding, but he needed something to fill his mind.  Keeping busy would help keep his mind off his wife and child.  He kept his pain buried deep as not to burden anyone, but some day’s were harder than others.   He hated when Roger caught him with his head in his hands melting down.   It didn’t happen as often, but once or twice.