"Pursuit or not, traveling at night is too dangerous.  Worse things than Blood Army prowl at night."
Sudden flashes of memory came at him like artillery shells.  Running, bleeding, pain and fear.  In the end the only reason he got away was that even the Blood Army feared the mutant freaks that ruled the night.
Quinn hopped out of the car and stretched.  The feeling of solid ground beneath his feet gave him a small sense of confidence.
"We're losing light.  Sooner we clear a house, the better."
It would be a difficult thing, with one injured and Quinn's disability, something could very easily get the drop on them.  On one hand he didn't want to send someone in alone, and on the other hand he didn't want to leave Charlotte alone.