Calvin was hoping for a idea so amazing that he couldn't help but get behind but during this meeting that didn't really happen so I guess it was going off on a supply run that seemed the best option for the time being. He went back to his duffel bag and took out all of his clothes and placed them nice and folded in a pile leaving his jersey on the bottom since it was most precious to him. 

This was the case because it was the last piece of his old life that he had before the Apocalypse, since you could be called whatever you wanted to be called. The jersey was the last true item of his wife and children, seeing the last name of them on the jersey. 

He grabbed his duffel bag and threw it over his shoulder and picked up his metal bat and headed towards the crew of people that were heading out on the supply run. Calvin also had a bandana around his neck for whenever he seen a zombie that he could pull it over his beard because if it ever got covered with Z-blood he would be extremely pissed off.

As he walked forwards he was limbering up, rotating the bat over his head and stretching his arms.