David was clearly in pain. The slightest bump made him wince, and since there was nobody left to maintain the roads, there were a lot of them. As much as Kyle was trying to avoid them, they were bound to hit one occasionally.
"How much longer 'till we get there? I can't take this for much longer."
"Shouldn't take too long. I'm pretty sure my dad has first aid supplies at the farm."
"Kyle...I don't want to be all pessimistic or anything, but...your dad...I don't think he made it."
"What do you mean by that?"
"Just look out the window for a sec."
There were zombies stumbling around outside - not as much as there were in Marshall City, but still a lot. Other than that, there wasn't anythong unusual.
"Don't you see? Things are probably just as bad in Spencer's Mill as they were back there. I ain't saying I know for sure he's dead, but...I don't think there were too many survivors."
Kyle didn't respond. There was a pothole up ahead, which he intentionally drove through, hoping it would shut Dave up.

Neither of them talked for a while. It wasn't until there were buildings on the horizon that Dave spoke up again. "There it is."
Kyle nodded.
Dave looked around awkwardly. It was clear that Kyle was still pretty pissed at him. "Think that guy in the back's gonna wake up soon?"
"Don't know. I hope so."
Kyle looked into the rear-view mirror. The guy was still breathing, which was good. He still wasn't awake, though.
"EYES ON THE FUCKING ROAD, MAN!"
Kyle looked ahead just in time to see a zombie on the road in front of him. He slammed on the brakes, but still hit it hard enough to sent it flying several feet. He kept driving, knowing the noise from that had attracted many walkers that happened to be nearby.