There's not much else to say, not least when they can look at each other with a tired sort of understanding born of too much time spent fighting. One look at Sonia's face tells Beth she's not alone.

"It's easier to keep going when there aren't a lot of you." Atlanta is like a sprawling ghost town but their prison--well, for a while, their prison was a living community. Even if it was more like roommates in a huge house (in which everyone had cells instead of rooms), it was probably closer to a village than anything else she's seen since the turn. "It sounds nice."

Her voice turns pensive. "Guess it'll be a while before we see it, huh?"