He heard it too, an egine of sorts, someone was driving nearby, he knew it, and it brought him back to earlier that day. The signal flare, he'd forgotten about it, more survivors... but at the time he'd seen it, he hadn't wanted to tleave his post, his safety zone, the fortress he'd created in this hell. "No, we don't want to think that there's not a cure... we need hope, that's what we need right now, even false hope might be enough to get us to tomorrow. Hey, do hear that? Sounds like an engine... more survivors, or organized first satages."<br/><br/>"Hey, catch." He pulled a set of sunglasses from his pocket and threw them to her. "Yeah, I hold onto them because I think they make me look cool. In case you haven't looked in a mirror lately, after about the first day of infection your iris' turn black. If you find any survivors, I don't want you to get hurt, keep your infection secret. Hmm... I want to search for survivors... but... leaving here is dangerous... Helena, what do you think?"