"Not very far. We can make it before nightfall." He walked through the town, a high schooler in the apocalypse, followed by someone he thought insane. [i]Wow, the world has [b]changed.[/b][/i] He strolled through the town, eventually stopping at a small motel. "Here." He opened the room he resided in, which he kept very tidy, and through his stuff into a corner, lying down on the bed he had stolen so he could be more comfortable. The room was surprisingly big, with a small kitchenette, a bed, and a TV. (He could use it due to the gas powered generator and his VHS tapes.) "Home sweet home."