Julian just gave the man an incredulous look. He almost felt like laughing at the sap. Just from a glance, it didn’t seem like he much—or anything—on him. And his attempt to hide was pitiful at best. Julian had yet to see a zombie jump and duck for cover. [i]That’s what ultimately gave the guy away as living. If he wanted to go unnoticed he should’ve pretend to be one of them[/i], Julian thought to himself. He made a mental note that if ever needed to hide to not take hit advice from this shmuck. Given the man’s situation, he had expected an immediate yes. Perhaps he would’ve jumped right in the car. Julian probably would have. Instead he was met with resistance. 
“Why should I trust you?” It was a reasonable concern. People go crazy when their lives are on the line. Julian had seen, no, experienced firsthand. With a flash of the previous night’s events, Julian didn’t really feel like he trusted himself too much at the moment. Years of acting experience stopped him from expressing it though. He knew better. If he was going to survive in this messed up world than he needed people. Muscle to back up his cunning. And, if need be, zed bait. 

“Do you trust the dead then?” Julian gathered up all his charm for that sentence. With just the right mix of condescension and concern, he meant to make the man realise how desperate his situation really was. Nobody had a lot of options these days, being in a nice safe car with food and sleeping material was the closest thing to heaven at the moment. Really, Julian was being saintly in asking this guy to share it.

Then, “Besides you are coming from the east driving west and I am coming from the west traveling east. It would be slightly irrelevant to go back the way I came.” There was something else in between, but Julian hadn’t listened. This caught his attention a bit though. Mostly since this wasn’t the first person he met who was headed to the great white north. His last group had been, too. Of course Julian protested he tried to explain just how cold it really gets, but they insisted. Said there’d be less dead. All he could do was mumble about not wanting to be one of them. Julian knew he’d be just as dead if went off on his own though and figured freezing was the lesser of two evils. 

“Dude, you do know that cars can turn around right?” He rested his arm on the open window, trucker style. Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldn’t help but think of how badass he looked. “I just don’t get what you’d wanna go up there for,” He tapped his fingers impatiently waiting for a response. A few seconds later, just to taunt the guy, he started pressing down on the gas. “No? Alright, good luck then,” Julian said mockingly as the car slowly moved forward, topping of at the same speed of a brisk walk. [i]The worlds ended and I’m still having this much fun? [/i], Julian thought, smirking at himself. 

[@Red_massa]