Connor and Abigail-
Connor had taken a relatively small and quiet car, according to the sticker it was a hybrid, for some reason driven to New York from all the way out in California. The car had a good range, still another hundred and twenty five miles, and it ran quietly. Those were the important qualifiers. There was little to fear from oncoming traffic and so far none of the infected Connor had seen had been capable of keeping up with a slow moving car, let alone a quick one, and most wrecks left room to maneuver around them on the highway.
 He was driving as Abby slept in the passenger seat, clutching her bag in her lap. Connor's bag rested in the space down by her feet. That was another of Connor's idea's, there stuff always had to be within reach in case they had to bale. The rule had still applied even when they had felt safe with Larry and his family. It was, in part the reason they were both still alive and well.
The highway towards Toronto was crowded on the outbound side, but relatively clear on the inbound side. Connor had a moment of hesitation, almost turning the car around, but then he realized, at this point, if he and Abby didn't find more food, or better yet a group of people with real supplies, they wouldn't last much longer, and the car didn't have enough fuel to get them much more then to the Toronto area anyways, or right back in the direction they had just come from. With those thoughts running through his head he began to accelerate knowing that he had to get to the city, and soon.