As Stewart began walking away, Kevin followed behind him. Hearing the dead coming, he wasn't going to waste anytime, that meant following the guy that [I]did[/I] have the car and not talking about future possibilities. He got into the passenger seat, he wasn't going to get into the back. It was a little weird though, being in a car when most of the time he spent on his motorcycle....Harley, he remembered what happened, it had broken down and he had to resort to the hotel. [I]She did me good, I guess it's time to let her go[/I], Kevin thought with a small sigh as he just looked forward awaiting for everyone to get in the car. 

Hearing the guy call for help, Kevin looked out to window to see where the guy was, down the street being chased by walkers. James had made a shot and told the guy to get over to them, which Kevin thought iffy of....But at the same time they were hopping into some random guy's car without actually thinking of his feelings about it, so Kevin didn't speak on it and just looked forward once more and closed his eyes. He was surprisingly calm, and almost looked asleep, which showed how little he cared of the situation. He couldn't keep his eyes shut for long though, as memories of his grandfather popping out of his casket made him jump a little, so he continued to look forward with his wrench tight in hand. [I]Hopefully this guy doesn't take long to get to the car[/I], Kevin thought.