His concentration cost him slightly as he felt his nose cave in. No bleeding, but the hit caused him to snap out of his little episode, leaving him confused slightly about what had happened as he felt the car lurch forward down the street. John had sat back in his seat and looked out the window. He gave his nose a rub and looked at his finger. [color=00a651][i]'Huh, actually hit me pretty hard...'[/i][/color] His head cocked to the side as he gave he a sidelong glance. He remained quiet for some time and spent that time wisely with his eyes closed. A few minutes were enough to give him some peace of mind until he heard the radio transmit. His eyes shot open as he looked at the radio and listened intently. [color=00a651]"Wilmington? No fucking way..."[/color] He mumbled to himself. Whether she heard him or not he didn't care. The fact that they wee claiming that survivors were still in Wilmington he thought to be bullshit. 

He began shaking his head and repeated "no" and "Bullshit, absolute bullshit". He looked over at her with dissatisfaction. His heart rate picked up slightly as he ran his hand down his face, bringing the webbing between his index and thumb above his upper lip. [color=00a651]No...Not again...I'm not going back to Wilmington."[/color] He looked over at her with disbelief. [color=00a651]"There is no possible way that there are survivors in Wilmington..."[/color] He took a deep breath as he withdrew from his rucksack a small bottle of Jameson. It was halfway finished when he took it out. He looked at it for a moment before opening it up and downing three large gulps before passing it off to the girl.

[color=00a651]"We're better off going towards Lancaster...More Rural, meaning less-[/color] He gestured to the walking corpses outside the car and the destruction of Brookhaven. [color=00a651]"-this."[/color] He sighed as he looked back out the window.