[color=cyan][center][h2]Cole Anderson[/h2][/center][/color]

Cole nodded, taking a deep breath as he took the folded up map and placed it carefully in one of the pockets of his backpack and zipping it back up. He shoved the two magazines into his pocket for easy access, before inspecting the handgun. After a quick look through and making sure the safety was on, he gave a nod to Mike before tucking the 9mm inside his leather jacket, making sure he could easily reach it and pull it out if necessary. He still had his brass knuckles slipped over his hands, so he still had something to defend himself that wasn't the gun. [color=cyan]"Noted, I truly appreciate your kindness to us. I don't know if we'd have even a chance out of here without you. You're more than welcome to join us, but I respect your decision. But I will try to make sure your kindness was not done in vain."[/color]

The MMA fighter turned towards Carter, who started perking up suddenly as he gave the question about vehicles. After checking the security camera there did seem to be a numerous amount of cars of varying size and kinds. He looked over a few more of them in closer detail before turning to Carter to speak. It seemed that he was openly weighing the pros and cons of each type of vehicle, but Cole had already made up his mind. [color=cyan]"If you want to try to drive a bus or van through this shit hole, be my guest. A car is going to be faster than those things regardless, and there's probably a lot of abandoned cars and debris in the way. I want something small and quick enough to try to avoid those things, and the zombies. One of those large vehicles would be a tank for sure, but hard to maneuver and easy to get stuck. There's no harm in taking multiple vehicles, especially if people want to go to different destinations after we head out. Peronally? I'm going to the island. And..."[/color]

Cole moved closer to the monitors, taking a closer look. If he could get his hands on a motorcycle he would be set. Quick, small, able to off road and get through tight spaces, and perfectly fast enough to outrun any of those things. It offered little for protection or storage, but he would much rather try to avoid the issues than ram straight through them. Sometimes you needed to travel light in these kinds of situations, and besides, he was not a stranger to riding a motorcycle. [color=cyan]"I have my eyes on a motorcycle, and I can hold one passenger. I can lead the rest of us out of here, but it's up to the rest of you to find your own vehicle and decide where you want to go. I promise I'll do everything I can to keep you all safe once we get to the garage and get out, but out there on the road that's between you and God."[/color]

Eliza brought up some good points, while the french women both had their concerns for carter joining their group. As much a he saw the man as a liability, he couldn't just leave somebody out to die. [color=cyan]"We are not leaving Carter out to die. Yes, he almost got some of you killed, and that will [i]not[/i] be tolerated. But if we let him out to die with those things, we would be no better. If we're going to survive this things is has to be us versus them, not every man for themselves.[/color]

Clearing his throat, he stood in front of the sealed door where the undead waited for him, stretching his shoulder and cracking his neck as he stared down the zombie trying to crawl its way in. [color=cyan]"Alright. Gear up, grab a weapon, and get ready to move out. It's now or never, and we're leaving now. Stick together and move quick. The sooner we get out of this hell hole, the better."[/color]