"Do I look like I care? Boo fuckin hoo, man. You're not the only one that's having a hard time. Everyone's got their problems. I'm not about to solve yours. My point is, you do not try to kill the man who saved your fucking life. Thrice. I won't care what your story is, what I care about is our survival. Did you hear that? OUR? I saved you when you meant nothing to me. I've gone out on three fucking limbs for you. All you do is try and stick a knife in my back. Now if you want to fucking prove yourself that you're a good guy, you will shut your fucking mouth from your lies, alright? I am terribly, terribly sick of you. This is the first time someone made me regret saving his life. " Jim said.
The man was saying nonsense, trying to make his case, but it didn't really matter to the situation. What's past is past, and what's in the present are zombies coming towards the noise the idiot made when he crashed the bus.