So far, only the girls were up to the near suicide run that was being proposed. It was more of a fight or flight sort of deal, though the fighting bit was highly discourage. Judging by what she was able to see from the man that came from the forest and the news, it was a good idea to stay away from a large group, especially when they start to pick up speed and momentum. She simply hoped to God that she was faster than them.<br/><br/>"<strong>Okay... so I think it is a good idea that just two of us go. We're just getting one bus, and it's already too much of a risk to drag any more with us. We both need to be small and fit, so we can get there easy-peasy, right?</strong>" Heather smirked at Abbie, then Katsumi, wanting the girls to be just as 'enthusiastic' about this as she was. "<strong>Until we get back, maybe you guys can figure out what to do about this motel. We sticking around? Parking the bus, maybe two around the place and make it a little secure? I dunno, if only to get a few more survivors and maybe assess the situation a bit better? Whatever.</strong>"<br/><br/>Heather shrugged, not really a fan of being 'in-charge' and offering suggestions as to how they survive these things. She just went to school for psychology, not to babysit a crew of misfits. The teen looked at herself and the other two volunteers, just to see how prepared they were for this run. The brunette was essentially covered head to do. Bite resistant stuff? Hardly. It would buy her a little bit of time though should something decide to have a whirl at her. Her boots weren't made for running, but they would protect her against random sharp things on the road and maybe crawling zombies. Abbie was perhaps a little 'over-dressed' for the situation, though she was willing to alleviate the problem with a few snip-snips. Katsumi made a good case for herself, too, though she was running barefoot. Whatever Aikido was, hopefully it would help her.<br/><br/>"<strong>Just give me the word and we'll head out the back and make a run for it. Just a few blocks, right? No problem. I just hope someone left the keys.</strong>" Heather smiled again at the group before heading around the receptionist counter and toward the back door. No one was going to stop her from going, even if they worried about how her head was. Moments ago she was on the verge of tears and now she was gearing up to face some zombies head on. Maybe it was just the idea of running that kept her brain occupied and not worrying about having them eaten by the undead.<br/><br/>Or maybe it was just the prospect of driving a bus.