Alana frowned deeply at Ashley's comment about the blood, which made the revelation even more troubling. "Maybe it's this sickness, whatever it is - maybe it causes that..." she said. She paused, letting the other woman pick up what she needed. She couldn't help but frown slightly at the idea of leaving her motorcycle, knowing she'd likely never see it again, but given the situation the sentimentality was easy enough to shake. A car would provide much better protection, after all. "North. Those news reports were from south of here, so I say we go north, try to get out of the city," she decided easily enough, "We're probably not the first people to decide that, so the bridges will probably be crazy, but the only other option that I can think of is trying to find a boat and getting across the water that way..."

((OOC: if we could have them come across a firetruck - probably crashed or something - as they make their way through the city, that'd be good, so Alana can pick up her weapon.))