Jack closed his eyes and slightly shook his head, before giving a laugh and a smile. The kid had gotten him pretty worried there, making him think something was wrong. The first thing Jack thought was that one of them was hiding a walker bite. However.. Everything seemed to be alright. With Claire in the passenger seat, Chris in the truck-bed, and his loaded Remington sitting comfortably in his lap, Jack put his foot on the brakes, and put the old Toyota in reverse. He wasn't sure what awaited them - be it comfort or war - but for the first time in a long time he wasn't going in alone, and that reassured him.

Jack started along the road, keeping the pillar of smoke in his line of sight until the forest began to obstruct it. About three quarters of the way, or as near as he could judge, he slowed the truck to a halt, and, turning, leaned out of the window to speak to Chris.
"The camp will be just up ahead, if you follow the road. It looks like the ground elevates a bit left of the road, that might be your best bet if you want the high ground," he advised, before changing his tone.
"Good luck, Chris." With that, he continued down the road toward the camp. The old truck bumped along to the uneven curves in the dirt path, and Jack took it reasonably slow as he advanced. Soon, he could see the campsite, occupied by a couple of tents, the fire-pit, and three survivors - two men and a woman. Jack had gone slow enough for Chris to have beaten him there going a more direct route, and he hoped that the boy was now in position. The road kept straight until reaching the camp site, where it took a left turn around the small hill he had pointed out to Chris. The site was just to the right of the road, and flanked by another hill that Jack had not anticipated. He pulled the truck in toward the campsite, slowing the closer he got and making sure that his side of the truck was exposed, not Claire's. Then, with a deep breath, he exited the truck shotgun in hand.
"We're friendly, don't shoot!" He called from the road about six yards away. He was going out on a limb here, hoping they weren't hostile, but his shotgun was ready just the same. "We happened to be staying here and saw your fire."