"God, I swear we're in a group of five year olds," Donna couldn't help but laugh slightly, she glanced at Ginger, "We should salvage what we can, we'd be lucky to run into fuel. But if we don't, we would have to walk, we're on a farm and faaaar from any town or gas station. Though, there may be a chance that there would be another vehicle near by? A truck of some sort? But that's just a rough idea."
Ginger was the only logical person she met in this group. She easily viewed him as a worthy adversary.

"This is such a loose group."