"There are three options," he began as he straightened before folding his arms, with the one raised just enough to scratch the stubble on his chin thoughtfully, "We can either take a small team and simply stick to the walls and shadows as we cautiously hop from one building to the next, take the sewers and hope we don't get lost or boxed in by undead, or take a car." At the mention of the car he frowned doubtfully as he quickly added the possible disadvantage of the latter suggestion, "Of course, the car might make so much noise that all we'll end up doing is luring every zombie nearby into chasing us. Not to mention we also run the risk of driving ourselves into a blocked street, of which there are likely many, only to be overrun soon after."<br/><br/>For now he ignored the concerns over the possible numbers of undead they may run across. Anything said at this point would be speculation at best and Everett didn't exactly consider himself an expert in post-apocalyptic zombie-survivor psychology. He wasn't going to lie and say they weren't going to run into any zombies, since the entire city was filled with them. All he could do was hope that Woods would join even when considering the possible dangers they may face.