Dante looked over at Abbie, and perked his eyebrow up a little. Thinking to himself for a moment before shaking his head.<strong>"Cabin won't work, you're looking at fairly limited supplies and I don't know their patterns well enough to predict what'd be too remote."</strong>He suddenly felt very exposed, it seemed he had started to somehow fallen into some sort of guidance role. Given his orange jumpsuit? It was almost laughable to Dante, he just hoped he wasn't projecting his inner fear outwards. Mentally? The guy was a nervous wreck, he was utterly terrified at what could have possibly happened to love ones. This? Was going to wind up being the single greatest American tragedy ever, and they were in the midst of it. Honestly? The rate this thing was spreading, Dante didn't know how much longer there'd be an America. Containment? That wasn't an option anymore, they couldn't just nuke this problem away because it was everywhere.<br/><br/>His head had tilted downwards, and he placed a hand to his temple for a second as he tried to kick his brain into gear. Looking over at Lexi for a second, the convict felt his heart fall into his stomach as she yelled at the phone. Taking in a silent breath, he couldn't find any words and merely gave her a sympathetic look. He couldn't even bother calling to his family, or his friends. He knew it was too late, and right now? His will to live kept him in a state of denial, he was aware he'd go to pieces over everything later. But not in front of these people...not in this fucking motel.<br/><br/>Looking at the cops for a second, Dante quietly looked at them and smirked some. However a feeling of dread came at the mention of a girl named Jennifer running off to his room, silently cursing he muttered<strong>"Fuck...!"</strong>But then the two women saying they were going to make a run for it to the bus station? That was just the nail in the coffin for the convict,<strong>"I don't like this plan. We need to think it through first, we don't know how many there are between there and the station...Not to mention, say you need to hot wire one of them?" Look, I will go. We need this to be a small, quick job. But I should go. I think fast on my feet. Not to mention, we need some people to round up the girl that is stuck in her room. That isn't going to be easy. We're going to need a distraction, a big one. And we're going to need this place stripped of supplies."</strong>Looking back at the women with a very serious look, he bit his bottom lip for a second.<strong>"Still, I don't like the idea of you all going out there by yourselves. That isn't to play the whole misogynist card, but you don't know what is out there."</strong><br/><br/>Looking out the window for a second, he glanced upwards at one of the upper decks as the walkers banged frantically against the durable glass and the door. Taking in a small breath, he looked back at the room.<strong>"Where is her room at? If it is on the upper deck, you might just be in luck. I think if this design is pretty consistent with older ones? You can travel through vents or something to that effect, though I think there'll be walkers up there. Stairs and everything..."</strong>At this point, he was speaking his thoughts out loud more than anything else. But a plan was starting to formulate in his head.