Cole conversed with himself over his previous actions, but about two miles out of the city was wrenched out of his conversation by a loud bang. He ignored it for a moment but the Jeep suddenly lurched to one side, he tapped the brake pedal repeatedly until he came to a stop. He threw the door open and got out, he spotted the problem immediately, the front right hand tire had blown out.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">Fuck me</span>", he muttered.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#0000ff">That's what happens when you don't check over the vehicle</span>", the voice came from the same image of himself he spoke to in the car.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#800000">Oh go fuck yourself!</span>", he kicked a rock at the apparition and it vanished.<br/><br/>Grumbling he went to the back to get the spare and the tools, "Typical of me to get stranded in zombie country", he said as he pulled open the rear door. He found himself thinking how handy it would be to find another person to travel with, but someone he wouldn't want to gun down after ten seconds of conversation. He carried the jack and tire-iron around and dropped them to the ground before going back to try and unfasten the spare wheel.