[b] Abram - The Road - Jess/Leah [/b]

While Abram's jacket was waterproof, in no way was it immune to the cold. He felt it seeping through and pricking at his skin. He was tough, though... He could take a little bit of cold. Jess couldn't, however. With her lack of nourishment and the fact that she was keeping her son warm as well meant that she would get cold easier than he; for that reason, Abram made sure Jess and Benjamin had the thicker jacket to bundle up in. Part of Abram wanted to offer to carry Ben for a while, but he didn't want to impose and sever the peace of the sleeping baby. The rain had stopped about two hours after they left the bus, but January was not exactly warm, especially after rain. 

Abram had been mentaly sorting the supplies of their bags, trying to calculate how long it would last them. Though the supplies were diminishing, Abram wouldn't tell this to jess.

He had been keeping up with the road signs as they'd passed them, and from what he could gather, they were nearing Baton Rouge. He hadn't been sure if they'd been heading towards Baton Rouge or New Orleans, as his compass had been left in Haywood, but he'd found that they were headed towards the first when he saw the off-ramp signs. He put a hand on Jess' shoulder, indicating for her to stop for a moment. He could barely make out the tiny silhouette of a person- or a walker, more-likely. "Give me a sec, kid..." He said, pulling his rifle from his shoulder. 

They hadn't seen any walkers on the road so far, but that just made Abram wary of the possibility of them running into a herd. The man braced the rifle against the crook of his shoulder, peering down the glass scope. He could make the back of a head, stranded with long brown hair. Abram reached to the back lens of the scope, gripping the zoom shifter. He scrolled the zoom as far as he could, and found that the figure was a girl, who was very much alive. Abram waited until she turned her face enough so he could see. She looked very young... A little younger than Daniel's sister... She was moving slow, looking like she was injured. Abram shouldered his rifle, looking down the road. "There's a girl up ahead... she's about one hundred yards or so..." He began walking. "She looks hurt, I'm gonna catch up to her." 

Abram picked up a jog down the road, and after a minute, he was about twenty yards away. "Excuse me!" He called to the girl. When she turned around, Abram saw the startled look on her face. "No- don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise. You look like you're hurt." He kept his rifle shouldered, but his hand hovered around the pistol that was tucked into his waistband under his shirt. This little girl looked innocent enough, but he wasn't naive enough to think she wasn't a threat at all.