Stewart kept his attention on the road while he continued to drive slowly, avoiding other survivors and those things as best he could. Bad enough he's got these people with him. Switching his eyes away from the street to the sidewalk, he could clearly see those dead things either shamble towards the car or pay them no mind and continue on with their captured meal. It sent a cold shiver up his spine as he focused back on the street, [b]"Ain't that the question of the hour..."[/b] He sighed, stopping himself from being an even bigger asshole than he usually is. Now wasn't the time to take out his frustrations on a completely random stranger. [b]"But yeah, I have no idea what [u]they[/u] are. Lets, lets just get the fuck out of New York."[/b] Removing one of his hands from the steering wheel, Stewart adjusted his glasses, deciding to keep quiet once again.