When you strike a man in the head, depending on what you use, a very distinct sound is played. When you use a metal bat, it's as if the thing sings in your hand, relishing in the impact and rejoicing with you. It's song is quick and high pitched and seems to compliment the sounds of a skull fracturing beneath skin. If you use a wooden plank, the sound is dull and confused. Hit someone hard enough though and the wood will snap, splintering like a firework and the noise masking the now inaudible thud of wood against a stubborn head. Use a crowbar?

All Clover heard were the bones cracking, collapsing on themselves beneath some heavy impact. She could almost envision skin being torn apart and rotted flesh jetting from fresh wounds and flying into the air all around her. It was a sound all too familiar by now. Without even needing to see what exactly happened, she knew someone had just dispatched another of the dead in a particularly gruesome way... and it hadn't been Carter.

She continued walking over to one of the vehicles in the pile up, her eyes darting over to Carter who nodded slowly and remained where he was beside the truck, his left hand disappearing into the bed and remaining there. He casually looked around but didn't see a thing. From where he was standing, the pile up blocked his view of the highway further East. Clover herself, now standing right behind the cars couldn't see anything past the twisted metal. The cars piled up to a height that stood well above her own, cutting her field of view in half. They were both blind on one side of the road. However, they were also now well versed in handling firearms. Carter, having known how to handle them proficiently well before the apocalypse, over saw some extensive training with Clover. She'd managed to drastically improve her pull speed in the last few months so he was confident in her abilities. All they could do now was wait.

Carter figured if their new friend had wanted to kill them, he would have done so from much further away. Instead he'd went through the trouble of getting up close and probably meant little initial harm. So he decided he would wait for the man to appear from the other side of the wreckage with no signs of ill intent toward the new face. If something were to go wrong, Clover who was now hidden behind a car setting up to syphon fuel, could easily trap the man in the threat of a two on one duel. She'd keep to herself till then, her eyes darting around and her hands working with the tools in front of her.