Alex didn't like hearing the truth about the situation; it was bad enough people were being eaten alive by zombies, but people dying in other ways now just seemed so much worse than ever...or maybe that was because it was happening right in front of him. He helped Jack lift Ray from the driver's seat and smirked as the old man addressed him as 'sir'. "You're the first person to ever call me 'sir', sir." Alex said, feeling awkward. "Everyone usually just calls me 'kid' or whatever." For being a 19-year-old, he looked to be still about 17 or so.<br/><br/>"I'll take his shoulders, you take his legs." Alex volunteered. Being younger, he knew the torso was heavier than the legs so he would carry the heavier part of Ray. "I take it you and that woman aren't the only ones here?" he asked. "Not too many loners would be keen on sharing what they have in this situation, or at least that's what all my teachers have been telling me."