Georgia climbs out the car and tries her best not to slam the door shut. Hunter's yelling probably attracted enough dead already. "Quiet the fuck down, Hunter," she says, adjusting the doctor's mask hanging around her neck. Her eyes shifted over the scenery around them. "Attracting Rotter's when we're broken down is a worse situation than this. Besides, it's the apocalypse, accidents are expected to happen." She turns back to the car and retrieves her bat and bag. "You guys discuss, I'll look around a bit. Call for me if you need me." Georgia turned and started to circle the area, scanning it for dead.