Speaking off teaching, Emilie was going to keep her eyes out for another bow. It was unlikely that they'd find one but it certainly wasn't impossible. She'd go over the basics once they were out of the woods, maybe even tonight, though they'd need a target; shooting straight into wood killed an arrow. It was odd to think they hadn't come across an infected since the university, especially considering just how many there had been. Emilie adjusted her bag again, pulling out a water bottle, and drinking half of what was left. Part of her was dreading the highway, the infected were going to be here, it was once a popular place, though there would be even more in the town. 
"I never took you for a fisherman." Emilie commented, holding her rucksack strap to busy her hands.

Up front, Andrew walked ahead, one hand on his pistol, the other wrapped tightly around the woman he loved. He'd lose her one day. Yet he didn't want to live without her. She wouldn't be able to fight the fungus, no one did. No one. He turned to look at Marc when he asked his question, possibly stepping too far to ask about Rena's own sanity. Regardless, she didn't seem insulted, thankfully. 
"Whatever keeps you sane." Mary added, smiling at Rena. It was true, everyone had a way of seeing the infected, they killed you otherwise.

**ill get us to the highway in the next post unless someone else wants to**