Cole cleared the truck stop of any of those creatures then slid under the jeep to take a look at the leak, he cursed loudly, the tank was old and rusted.<br/><br/>"Musta hit a damn rock", he pushed himself out and stood up, no quick fixes here. He had however spotted a truck round back, "Bigger the better", he chuckled to himself. It was stopped beside the pumps, which he assumed were dry, though upon trying them, there was enough to fill the trucks tank.<br/><br/>He cast a glance at the trailer, "A tanker eh?", it had a highly flammable warning on the side, so he climbed up to find out what exactly it was carrying. He opened a hatch and the tangy stench of gasoline struck him, "Perfect". He jumped down and began moving the important things from the Jeep over to the truck. There was a map in the cab and the keys he had found near a pool of blood inside the stop's diner. So he grabbed a flare gun and decided to see if there was anyone else nearby, hell even a few zombies were good company now.<br/><br/>He fired a bright red flare up before climbing back into the cab and laying out the map, tracing the fastest route and the least likely to be jammed with abandoned cars, not that this beast would be slowed by them. He flicked on the trucks radio and grabbed the mic, hit the talk button and spoke, "My name is Cole, if there is anyone out there will you please respond, I have a tanker almost three quarters full around the back of Mick's Truck Stop, radio in if you care to join me, I'll be leaving before nightfall". He stuck the mic back and left the radio on just in case someone had heard.