Hunter was relieved once they'd passed the more built up areas. Nothing came running at the car out here.

He drove until he found a place where the ground around them was flat and clear, and they could see for miles. He stopped the car, hands still gripping the steering wheel, he rested his head in them.

"Are you okay?" Shawn asked, gently.

Hunter took a few seconds before he replied, lifting his head at the same time. "I've had better days."

Shawn smiled meekly at him.

"So where are we heading with our half a tank of gas?" Hunter asked.

"I don't know. I don't have a plan."

"Well, we could sit out here. At least we'd know if anything was coming."

"Oh yeah, great plan. And when we spot half a million infected people coming at us we'll just fly off, huh?"

Hunter glared at Shawn. "You're such an ass sometimes, you know that."

"Well yeah, I mean, this is helping. You insulting me and all."

"Okay, we just need a place to go. Where are we heading, where's safe?"

Shawn frowned as he thought out scenarios in his mind. "Church." He stated.

"Church? You're kidding right?"

"Safest place I can think of. And, if there's anyone surviving this camped out somewhere, that's where they'd go."

"I'm not going back there." Hunter warned.

"I think there's more than one church in Texas."

"Fine. You drive for a bit though. Might as well as there's nothing to shoot at." Hunter said, climbing from the car.

The second his foot hit the ground, he felt a hand grab him. The shock of it caused him to pull himself backwards with greater force than was needed and he tumbled over. He blurted out a panicked 'help' as he fell, alerting Shawn that something was wrong. Quickly exiting the car, gun in hand, Shawn made his way round to where Hunter was. Pulling itself from underneath the car was a fairly young man. His hair was dark, verging on black, and his face looked mostly normal. But as he grabbed at Hunter's booted foot his torso was exposed as a mess of blood. Skin torn, blood leaking from the wounds.

"Shoot him." Hunter said as Shawn came over to him. When no shots were fired, Hunter looked up to Shawn. He didn't look as if he were about to fire at the man. With an aggressive yell, Hunter kicked the man in the face, backing up enough that he had time to get to his feet before the man came at them again. He didn't get to his feet, just kept grabbing for their legs. His fingers gripped around Shawn's ankle, but Shawn was violently pulled back by Hunter.

"Move!" Hunter said, locking eyes with Shawn. But he saw the look of fear in Shawn's eyes. He probably felt sorry for this guy, knowing what a sap he was. But Hunter couldn't afford for Shawn to let pity get them killed. When Shawn still didn't react, Hunter grabbed him, and moved them both away. "Shawn you're gonna have to work with me, baby." Shawn's blank look was all he got back. "Shit." Hunter cursed, quietly. He grabbed Shawn's arm and dragged him back over to the passengers side of the car, opening the door, he shoved Shawn back inside. Hunter then made his way back round to the driver's side. The man was still trying to grab at him, but thankfully this man was slow unlike the lady back outside their house. He wasn't even very able bodied. It seemed his injuries had made him weak. Positioning himself carefully, Hunter grabbed at the top of the man's trousers and a handful of hair, and threw him as far from the car as he could.

Hunter climbed back in the car and drove away from the man. He stopped a way up the road, ready to fasten his seatbelt. He realised Shawn's wasn't done up either.

He leant in closer to Shawn. "Babe, you need to do your seatbelt up."

Shawn reached for the seatbelt numbly, not looking at what he was doing. He managed to get the seatbelt in.

Hunter went to put his own in, but stopped himself. Looking in the rear view mirror he saw the man they'd just encounter still on the ground, dragging himself towards them. There was enough distance for them not to worry about him for at least ten minutes. But Hunter kept his eye on him anyway. He turned in his seat, knew he needed to get Shawn snapped out of the funk he was in.

"Shawn, you need to snap back to reality. I can't have you zoned out on me. I know this thing is horrible, but we'll get through this together."

"It's not that." Shawn whispered, voice choked up with emotion.

"What is it then?"

Shawn's head hung low. He couldn't look at Hunter. "He used to go to my church. He had a family.. he had everything and look at him now."

Hunter checked again to see where the man was. Still pathetically dragging himself across the ground towards them. Something making him try and get them still. Now he had the task of finding the words to make everything better and Shawn pull himself together. But what? "Look, I know how much you care about people, but if we don't have each others back then we're out here alone. And alone, we'll be dead. We'll get through this. Together."

Hunter hoped his words were enough to convince Shawn. Slowly, the Texan started to lift his head.

"Hunter..." He sighed, looking across. His eyes widened in sudden terror. "LOOK OUT!" He yelled as a fist smashed through the drivers window.