"Alright, I'll make this quick and short. We have a good amount of food, both what is stocked and stored and what we are bringing in from hunting. We are fairly well stocked on ammunition, and our defenses are relatively stable. We do however have a concerning lack of medical supplies. There is a hospital near here, only about fifteen miles from camp, its in Crescent City, which from what we have gathered is relatively empty, with only a few of the infected still around. I think we should take a small group to the hospital and scavenge some supplies. While we are in the area we can check the police station in the city and keep an eye out for survivors. It's always possible that there may be more people out there." Connor spoke quietly, but made sure to enunciate, finding a balance between being loud enough to be heard, but not being overly loud, so that his voice would never carry past the circle of survivors.
“I want to leave at dawn, it shouldn’t take more then a day. Dwayne, Serena, Alan, Durrell, Lee, Cyrek, and Roland, you all are with me. The rest of you stay at the camp, keep the guard rotations moving.” Connor spoke with gentle authority. He knew he could trus DM and Sir. Alan was a good kid, he meant well, and Lee and Cyrek were both good people, whether or not they liked him. Durrell and Roland were loose cannons though. He felt like he could trust his people though and he certainly didn’t want to leave either of them behind at the camp. He needed those two where he could keep an eye on them.