Ginger nodded, crossing his arms "I think we may have to resort to walking... I don't think is a very high chance there would be a truck left." He let out another sigh, "I hate walking, I've done enough of that since the outbreak started." Ginger grumbled, thinking of the time where had just wondered of what was left of the streets. It was a while later before he found Jack and another group. But most of them didn't make it, Ginger and Jack had stuck together since then. "You're right, I think it's time we shorten their leash. If we choose to wait, it will probably bite us in the ass later on."