The convoy had pulled off the road, refueling for the road to D.C. The group on alert as Abraham checked the station for all the fuel they could take with them. The air was tense, the silence broken only by the slosh of gasoline and the distant groan of a walker stuck in a fence. From the ruined storefronts nearby, Rosita emerged, her rifle slung across her back, a rare grin lighting her face as she had something up behind her back She strode back toward the group, dust clinging to her boots.

"Guess what I found."