"And I've got a truck." Charlie spoke up from the back of the group. She leaned up against a wall, her bag slung over her shoulder while her baseball bat remained in her right hand, hidden from the group. She stayed silent throughout the conversations, listening to what each person has to say. Somewhere remote did sound like a good idea, but there would have to be constant runs for supplies. 

"My car can hold about three or four people. You guys decide, but you better decide fast." Charlie glanced out the window, the horde of the dead increasing in both distance and the amount of them. Her grip on the bat tightened as she stood up straight, taking a few seconds to look over every one. She looked over at Danielle and smiled then she tucked a loose strand of her hair beind her ear under her baseball cap before turning to face the group. 

"So, what'll it be?"