[right][h3][color=3bb229][i]Freddie Jones[/i][/color][/h3][/right]
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[center]Everyone had made some valid points, in their own ways. Most of them were agreeing with him, and he appreciated that. Still, though, the ones that had raised concerns raised some valid ones. Jimmy in particular, though he had to admit — he felt a bit attacked. It wasn’t [i]his [/i]fault that the group had grown so large. Freddie Jones found it hard to condemn people to being alone in what was left of the United States of America.

Truth be told, Freddie Jones knew that more than a few of the people and animals in their group were liabilities at best, but he felt like he had to keep everyone alive. By this point? He felt like more than a few of them were his responsibility, and [i]knew[/i] a couple of them were. Running around with nearly thirty people? They looked like an army, and if they ran into someone who wanted what little they had… well, they weren’t exactly well equipped to fight back. A few of them had guns, and Daisy had the samurai sword, but… well, Freddie Jones tried not to think about things like that. He liked to keep things positive, and do his best to keep the group moving forward. In his head, the right play was Costco.

The others made good points though. They couldn’t keep out in the open forever. Eventually, night would settle upon them, and for reasons he didn’t know, or didn’t understand… the zombies were more active in the night. That meant, staying out in the open was not a good idea, without a watch crew. The amount of people they could have on watch at night? That was the biggest benefit of their troupe.

Jimmy and Remy made good points. Finding shelter and looting the nearby town, that was something they could do… it was time to explore the second best part of their size: splitting the party. [b][color=#3bb229]“Okay, okay… It’s possible that there’s nothing left in the Costco, that I can agree with. While I still think it’s a good idea for us to check it out… it’s a Costco. They carry stuff in bulk, and there’s a chance people haven’t checked something; the loading bay, the trucks in the back... something like that.” [/color][/b]If anything had been missed, Freddie Jones wanted it in their group.

[b][color=#3bb229]“If I remember how downtowns work, the Costco won’t be the only store. Maybe we can split up, search the others. I know we could use some medicine, so if we find a pharmacy or something similar, that’d be ideal. We should be on the lookout for food, meds, water, and maybe some vehicles — along with gas cans. Traveling along the highway? We can siphon gas from all of these tanks, there’s probably something left here and there. I think that’s a good way to push us forward to Minneapolis.” [/color][/b]It was blind hope that there was something left in Minneapolis, blind hope that Freddie Jones held onto that there was a ‘safe zone,’ or something of the like. He knew the reality was Minneapolis was probably just as fucked as the rest of the world… but, it was worth a shot

[b][color=#3bb229]“If you guys think it’s a good idea, we can find a place to hole up for a few days, maybe even a week, while we check out the city and see what kind of supplies we can find. Staying nomadic has worked for us so far though, so I think I’d like to keep it that way until we find the ideal spot.” [/color][/b]Freddie Jones took note of something happening in the back, but realized that the cop seemed to have it under control. He’d step in if he needed to.

[b][color=#3bb229]“I think we could do with splitting into a few smaller groups. Some to loot the city, look for vehicles, stuff like that. A few people to the Costco, and them another group looking for suitable shelter. Some place we can stay while we gather some stuff for a little while. We should be loaded by the time we leave here.” [/color][/b]Freddie Jones’s mind was made up.[/center]