As they drove off Brick scrunches his face in disgust. "It's this morning all over again with the stench, but it's me this time… nasty." He slips off his grimy pants and uses the window connecting them to the truck bed to put them in an old bag with other undesirable dirty clothing.
"Well, looks like you gotta wait a while 'til you can get clean. Just keep the window open or somethin'." Turns the volume down once the walkers are completely out of sight and sighs, relaxing back into his seat a bit and eases up on the gas. "Can't wait 'til this is all over..."
In response Brick leans against the door and sticks his head out the window. He shifts his legs to get more comfortable, then gasps in pain. "Oh fuck!" He looks down to see a large gash in his shin from a big rock he landed on earlier. "Fucking walker and god damn rocks…" he mumbles irritably.
Butch glances over and he nods to the back. "Better grab the first aid and clean that shit up before it gets any worse." He flips the visor up and reaches over to pat Brick's thigh. "No bites though, right?"
Green eyes light up as Butch whistles. "What a view~" He grins big and then he gets quiet, letting Brick do his thing. "We have a map somewhere or am I driving solo?"
Brick snickers in amusement at butch's sudden change from flirty to serious. "I think we have one somewhere." He [insert word here] through the dash pocket of the truck and holds out a map of Mississippi and surrounding areas. "We should pick up a new one soon. This one is going to be useless soon enough."
"I don't think it'll kill us to do that." He takes the map and unfolds it, scanning it over while glancing at the road every now and again before shoving the map to the back. "What else should we stock up on while we're getting the map? Do we need anything desperately?"