George smirked at the questions about feeding it. It was true, in the winter when there was no grass, they would have to come up with a new plan to feed the animals.  "We could travel further and faster and horses are quieter than cars.  it wouldn't attract the dead."   George listened to the other ideas and complaints before he turned in surprise when someone suggested moving there.  "Moving there might be an issue." He ran a hand through his hair.  "There are more than a dozen of us and a farmhouse might be able to comfortably hold 8.  We'd have to double or triple up.  Right now this place is good for us.  We all have our own cabins.  We could still farm around here if we wanted to.  We could make it a goal to try to find some animals that might have survived.  Chickens. goats?"<br/><br/>George chuckled softly and nodded in agreement with Ron,  "we are getting ahead of all that, like Ron said. I will take some food back to Roger and let him know the plan to get out and find some supplies.  I'll see if he is able to head out tomorrow."   He smiled softly as he addressed Ron, "I promise we won't take any undue risks."<br/><br/>George bid everyone a good night after he gathered a plate of food for Roger, then went back to their little cabin.  He wondered if his stepson would still be laying in bed.  It would be nice to sleep.  Pretending his heart wasn't in a million pieces was absolutely exhausting.   Upon returning to the cabin, he put on that smile and went to Roger's room and knocked softly at the door.<br/><br/>"Hey. It's just me.   I brought you some food.   They were worried about you.  And I need to talk to you. Can I come in?"  George stated in a tone that wasn't a cause for concern but more conversational like his usual.