Ginger leaned into the car seat, crossing his arms. He looked out the window, examining their path. There were only a few staggering figures in the distant, Ginger couldn't tell if they were coming towards them or away. The farm houses also looked abandoned, but it okay shape. He wasn't surprised, they were getting pretty far from any city or town. They had driven far enough Ginger could not see anymore of the horde. But he had no doubt they would try to follow, their group would have to lay low for a while so that when the horde passes they are not detected. Ginger returned his gaze to Jack, laughing quietly, "You can say that again." He said, letting out a small sigh. "I think this dirt road goes towards the farm houses and through those woods way over there." He said, leaning forward as he spotted someone riding a motorcycle.