He watched the water for a moment, there was no current right now. However by the time they were done who knew? It would most likely be night fall by then anyways and as the day was wearing thin, making a run through the walkers to the store....<br/><br/>"Ok, so I'm thinking we hole up here for the night. If we get working on the raft now we can be done before we retire, or we can start early in the morning. If you prefer to simply cross and head to the store, we can do that tomorrow as well. Most of you are spent and crossing that river, running through walkers and then to a store a mile away...to also mention we don't know it's condition or what sort of locals we will encounter, best to do that at day break." He removed his knife and looked at the group stepping back.<br/><br/>What the hell was he doing? He stared at his reflection in the blade. He honestly didn't expect most, if any of them to make it. Sometimes it didn't matter how hard you fought, life had other ideas. In the end all you can do is go down swinging.