"Ash, are you coming or not?" Alex calls softly over his shoulder.
"I'm coming, hold on," Ash answers, trudging after Alex. "I'm pretty knackered right now."
"We'll be resting in a bit," Alex says, adjusting the medium-sized camping bag slung across his back. Laying across the top of the bag, where a bedroll would normally be, is his shotgun, secured by the cords that would be used to hold the bedroll in place, cut short to accommodate the weapon.
"Thank God," she replies, catching up to Alex. "How long have we been walking, anyway?"
"Since maybe eight or nine this morning, I think," Alex answers, stifling a yawn as they walk down the deserted street, littered with rotting bodies.
As they walk, Ash draws closer to Alex, distancing herself from the bodies that could spring to life at any moment. Although she's utterly repulsed by the sight of them all, she can't turn her eyes away. She remembers likening it to a car accident when the infection first began, the carnage being ugly, tragic, and yet impossible to ignore, and only continues to find truth in the comparison. Poor people, she thought, still gazing at the prone, bloody forms. No one deserves to die like that.
Tearing her eyes away from the scene surrounding them, she looks up at Alex, who is staring resolutely ahead, as if he hasn't noticed anything or he's used to it all. After everything they've been through since it all started, she doesn't remember seeing him break down even in the slightest. He may act tough, but it's gotta be eating away at him. To get her mind off of everything, she speaks up, saying, "What are we doing here again?" She thought about asking him how he was doing instead, but decided not to, certain that she'd get the same "I'm fine" she always got.
"I've told you," he answers, "we have to gather supplies, then we head north."
When the outbreak began, Alex managed to form a plan fairly quickly. After meeting up with Ash, they would travel to Atlanta, which was where they were now, gather supplies, then they would try to travel north, keeping away from the main roads and sticking to woodland. If that wouldn't work, then they would attempt to hot-wire a car and drive as far as they could before continuing on foot, until, hopefully, they make it somewhere with a colder climate.
Suddenly, his ears perk up as what sounds like music starts playing, not too far from where he and Ash are, from the sound of it. "Led Zeppelin...Not a bad choice," Alex mutters to himself.
"Ah, what is that brutal sound and where's it coming from?" Ash wonders, not bothering to hide her disgust.
Alex smiles and was about to mention something about him not minding it when he hears a low moaning. He and Ash duck behind a building as a group of walkers shamble past, heading in the direction of the music. "I don't know why anyone would wanna lead these things toward themselves, but we gotta get out of here before we wind up joining them," Alex whispers.
Ash nods and follows him into the building they were hiding behind, a cafe.