[h1][b][i][color=CornflowerBlue][center]Jack Landry[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/XvlJ2Vm.jpeg[/img]

[i]Location: West Caldwell Streets
Skills: N/A[/i][hr][hr][/center]

Jack slowly nodded, following Kaitlyn’s gaze toward the teenager, AJ. The girl looked distraught. While her words were not apparent from this distance, her body language was a testament to her emotional state, particularly the way she clutched the phone as if it were her lifeline. A pang of empathy clutched his chest at the sight. He felt sorry for the girl, though he wisely kept his mouth shut. It wasn’t his place to further inquire about her situation. Kaitlyn already mentioned her goal was to find her parents; he’ll leave it at that for now.

[color=CornflowerBlue]“I hope to make it to Boston,”[/color] Jack replied after a moment, returning his gaze to Kaitlyn. [color=CornflowerBlue]“My daughter… Claire lives up that way with her husband. I haven’t heard from her since everything went to hell, but—”[/color]

He trailed off with a rueful smile, his words hanging heavy with implication. He didn’t want to elaborate, especially when he considered the alternatives.

To suppress those thoughts, he quickly changed the subject, retaining hope in the process. His expression softened as he sought Shin-ae’s attention, once again noting the woman’s apparent injury. [color=CornflowerBlue]“It looks like you could use another set of wheels,”[/color] Jack said with some levity, keeping his tone light so he wouldn’t startle her. [color=CornflowerBlue]“You can ride along with me, if you want. I should have plenty of room in the trunk for your bike.”[/color]

He then turned to the others, his brow furrowing slightly. [color=CornflowerBlue]“Speaking of which, if you’re all heading north, then maybe we shouldn’t go alone. Strength in numbers, and all that.”[/color] He hesitated, some of the light seeming to fade from his eyes as the carnage of the last several days came surging back. When he spoke again, his voice was more subdued… haunted. [color=CornflowerBlue]“We’ve lost so much already.”[/color]

Snapping out of it, Jack pursed his lips and nodded toward Kaitlyn once more. [color=CornflowerBlue]“Uh, and thank you… for offering the supplies. I appreciate that. I only wish I had some to spare to show my gratitude in return. The best I can do right now is a ride. How about we start there? That’s still on the table.”[/color]

He reached over and popped open the passenger-side door with a metallic [i]clack[/i].