Ginger shrugged, sighing as he also turned away. "Not sure... Maybe there are still people left. Or the horse might have found a food source..." He said, brushing hair out of his eyes. He kept his eyes on Donna, finding it easier to focus on her for now. Their surroundings were stressful for Ginger, more then usual. Ginger felt at the moment that Donna was the most reliable person here. Ginger glanced back at the horse when Teni scampered away, wailing. But she was back again, trying to tend to the horse with first-aid supplies. "Ugh, I don't want to see this." He said, turning before he walked into the kitchen.