With a sigh, Jack nodded at the siblings' story. He had seen things they described happen to others in his travels, and wouldn't wish some of the treatment experienced by these people from gangs on his worst enemy.
"Sometimes I honestly don't know who's worse - the monsters that caused the end of this world, or the monsters that survived it," he remarked, idly picking up a stone and skipping it into the woods. Some part of him, deep down, knew that it wasn't going to be better out west. There would still be gangs, and psychopaths, and the ever-present threat of the undead. It didn't change with the geography. But up in Cougar Rock where people were an anomaly, it wasn't so bad. For now, anyway. If there was one thing he learned, it was that this life was ever-changing; tomorrow could be a different story entirely. Taking a bite of his steak, Jack turned his attentions back to Chris and Claire.
"If you don't mind me asking, what do you guys plan on doing after this? Stay here, or move on?"