Jackson reviewed the situation for what it was…a big fucking mess. One that he didn’t have a big enough broom for. He realized that while everyone was thinking somewhat coherently (a goddamn Christmas Miracle) they only really had a few options. The burger place was out of the question. Food needed power, and he wasn’t sure how long the power would hold out, and didn’t know if they would just follow the smell of food or what. They knew nothing about how these things operated, or even why they were at their window trying to get in. Not really.<br/><br/>“People…” He spoke loud enough to listen. He was the law, and though that did not make him the de facto leader, it did make him one of the few authority figures left. He’d do what he can to maintain a little order. “We don’t know anything about these things, other than they go down with a shot to the head, and if you get bit, you’re fucked. We know we need to get out of here, and that bus depot is probably our best hope. Now…we have a little time left. I was going to check out the back to see if we could use that, but we need a very good question answered…how many of us are there? “<br/><br/>He had walked back from the stairwell where he was going to take a peek, so he could get a visual count. Dante had turned on the t.v. and though he might not have agreed, he could certainly understand. That sound was sapping his strength. “Also, while we all seem to have our thinking caps on, it’s nice to have a destination, but we need to know how we’re getting there. My car’s a little surrounded right now, and you all wouldn’t fit anyway. So it’ll probably have to be on foot…any of you got the balls to try that shit right now?”<br/><br/>He looked at them all, the glow from the t.v. giving him a bit of a monstrous look as he looked to them. He needed to know…absolutely needed to know who was crazy enough to do it, because if he could get a bus, he could pick up the rest…maybe…if he was lucky enough. He wouldn’t know unless he tried, and he doubted he could make the entire trip with all of these people…shit was bound to go wrong.<br/><br/>He suddenly turned to Lexi as she picked up her phone. He couldn’t hear what happened on the other side, but he definitely heard the shift in her voice when she uttered Mom and Dad again. This world was getting shittier by the damn second. He walked to her and gently placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. He didn’t believe in ‘Everything is going to be okay’ or ‘they are in a better place’. Save it for the social workers who get to go home to their spouses and kids. He squeezed a little and said to the rest “we gotta get a move on…this ain’t getting no better.”<br/>