At first Cassie thought maybe it was just the adrenaline and panic that was causing her to not think straight as they started walking. Perhaps that was the reason she hadn't been able to think of a better plan. But, as they continued to walk frown the long paved road of the interstate, she began to feel hot and somewhat weak. These few hours of walking were really wearing her down, where as normally this would be a breeze for her. Normally she was so full of energy and able to run around as much as she had to. But now she just felt like laying down as soon as she could and falling asleep, aliens and zombies be damned. Maybe she would, once they got somewhere safe, take a quick rest. That sounded really good, but the longer the walked, the longer the road seemed to get. What was just a few hours felt like forever for her, the two of them walking on the edge of the forests. 

If it wasn't for him taking her hand, she might have even already fell out by now. But she kept on going, knowing if she didn't he would likely opt to carrying her, which would just slow them down more, and fever or not, the instinct to do what was best for the two of them to stay alive was still in the back of her mind, pushing her to keep going and try to not slow him down.

Finally the two of them were heading down an exit ramp, weaving between cars and such as they went, until they reached the town They kept low and she didn't really even think anymore. No, she was more just mimicking what he was doing, figuring he probably knew better than her right now what to do. Soon she was being lead into some old shop, where Rex had blocked off the door with a chair. Which he did that, Cassie herself had flopped down onto the floor, face feeling heated, a slight sweat picking at her skin and making her feel cold. It was a weird sensation for her, to feel so hot, yet to be shivering. She supposed she hadn't noticed it before because the cool air outside had done well to keep her fever down a little, but now inside it was clear it was getting worse and she was far from thinking straight. 

When Rex sat next to her and offered her some green beans, she groaned, turning her head away, the thought of eating anything right now making her stomach churn. Once she was sure she wasn't going to throw up and had forced herself to move away form the can, she shook her head, hand to her mouth as she spoke, "I'm not hungry." Her voice was quiet, shaky even. Taking a deep breath,s he finally moved her hand away from her mouth and slowly made a move to lie down there on the door, "I think I'm just going to lay down for a little while." And there she curled up, wrapping her arms around herself. This was a feeling she didn't like. She felt so helpless and hoped this sickness of hers would be over soon, that is, if this wasn't part of turning that is. In that case, she would take being sick over being a zombie any day. 

Letting out a shaky breath, she closed her eyes tightly, unsure even if falling asleep would worsen this or not.