When they reached the car Milton was fast to hop into the passenger seat while Philip threw their bags into the trunk. Getting into the car next he shut the door quickly before turning to look in the back seat, there sat was a shaking little girl and another man.

"Penny, sweet heart, you ok?" Philip reached into the backseat to grab her small shaking hand; he looked up to the man in the back seat with her, "Anything happen while I was gone, Dan?"

Dan simply shook his head, then look over to Milton who was fumbling with his seat belt. Raising his eyebrows he glanced back to Philip, the questioning look came onto his face before speaking. "Seriously, this is why we had to stop? You can-"

There was a smack at the passenger window, Milton jumped and tried to get as far as he could from the window. A bloodied face was pressed against the glass, snapping its teeth. Milton froze in terror while Philip tried to calm the screaming girl in the back.

"Dan, I need you to calm her down, don't let her look anywhere but that backseat, got it." It wasn't a question, it was a command and he kept his grip on his daughters hand while doing so. He needed to establish the importance of this and wanted no arguments about it.

Milton was shaking in his seat; he couldn't take his eyes off of the thing at his window. People were already infected to this degree, and it terrified him to no end. He took one look at Philip before finishing putting his seat belt on with shaking hands. If home was this bad, what was it like out there?

Philip started the car putting it in drive, not even acknowledging the person smearing its torn face against the window. Out of everyone in the car he was the calmest; it didn't overly surprise Milton in the least. He didn't seem the type to be frightened by much, but in this situation one should show some reaction to a corpse at your window.

Making their way through the city had been a pain, half of the city was fighting to get out, and the road leading to the main drag was jam packed. The scenery on the way through had been terrifying, Dan kept Penny distracted as best he could, keeping her talking, and not looking anywhere but the back of the car.

It was calmer on some ends of the city then others. Some were filled with just as many of those things then there were people, on other streets there was only empty roads.

Milton hadn't moved the moment the car had started, while Philip was becoming increasingly frustrated with how many roads had been blocked. He was sure they had been up and down almost every street looking for another way other than the main drag. Dan made a point that it would only be a graveyard in a few hours if we followed that route.

Philip was running out of options on the other hand, there wasn't much choice other than to go through with everyone else. Pulling over to the side of the street he just placed his head on the steering wheel, hands clutching it on either side.

"Do you know any other road that wouldn't be blocked? You made a fair point earlier and I'm not risking our lives on that road." Philip kept his head down as he spoke, there had to be more options. He wasn't risking his daughter's life on that damned highway. It would be a domino effect if one were to be bitten or already infected.

Dan shook his head; he was out of possible routes out. The military had arrived much faster than anticipated blocking off any other exit to stop the mass hysteria, but at the same time only made things more difficult. Cramming every vehicle onto one road was not the way to go, but it was too late to bring that up now.

"M-maybe try moving some of the blocks on t-the street. If you manage to move a few you should be able to get on the side and drive around." Philips head raised at the suggestion from Milton, his face dropped to a humiliated look. He twitched slightly; why hadn't he thought of that? It would have saved gas and time.

His head dropped back onto the steering wheel, "Alright, we'll do this one up ahead then?" Dan's voice interrupted Philip's sulking, and Philip could practically hear the amusement in his voice. He cursed the man silently, he didn't think of it either…

Looking up from the wheel again he looked over at Milton, "Me and Dan will go move them once we get there, can you just stay in the car with Penny?" Milton simply nodded; it wasn't like he'd be much help to them moving the blocks anyway. Philip and Dan practically towered over him and were to a degree, built.

Milton sat in the back with Penny, he sang along with her to her kid rhymes they would learn from other kids at school. She tried to teach him the hand movements to them, but Milton was clueless, he never did this as a child. The rhymes were even more confusing to him; it only made him frustrated when the little girl was besting him at something that sounded so simple.

She stomped her rhyme and looked up to him, "Do you think we'll be ok Uncle Milton?" her voiced wavered a bit, she looked desperate for a hopeful answer. Her small face started to redden as Milton's face only got darker.

He didn't know what to say to her, he didn't even know himself. He looked up to look out the window, Philip and Dan were struggling to move one of the cement blocks on the side walk. He's only known Philip for two years but he knew they would be in good care with him. He's always butted heads with him over ridiculous things, but knew he meant well.

"I think we're going to be just fine." He looked back down at her and smiled slightly. Penny smiled back and continued with her rhymes. Milton's smile quickly faded as he looked back up. He didn't know why but he knew somewhere down the road, Dan was going to become a problem.

Dan was impatient, cold and vile. All three of them worked in the same office and within close range of each other. Philip made to get his job done and end their bosses constant nagging. Milton wanted to finish up and leave for the day. Dan wanted to cause havoc, he constantly pulled stunts in other offices, he was the main reason Milton hated his job so dearly. When Philip wasn't there he was a punching bag, he was treated like everybody else; worthless. He was more important than everyone else.

He felt the door behind him open, "You want to drive for a bit?" Philip was holding the keys out to him for him to take. Milton took them and climbed out of the back letting Philip take his place. Dan was making his way over to the car, and Milton felt sick. It was going to be a long ride.