Sandy thinks through things, arms crossing about her chest as she tries to come up with a suitable plan.  They needed to split up, as horror-movie lore would have them do, although that's not why they should split up.  Or maybe they shouldn't, maybe they should all just go to one place and then all go to another.  "Alright, let's go to the clinic first.  There's strength in numbers and we don't know who, or what we'll find there.  Then we can head to the hunting store.  I'd say split up, but everything in my gut and brain says stick together.  So...let's stick together." She shrugs her shoulders then jumps as a car comes to life on it's own.  Well that's easier than breaking in and hotwiring it.  "If someone's injured, we might need you to do that to an ambulance." She looks to Virginia and then back to the SUV.  Finally she starts moving towards it, hoping to hop into the driver's seat.  Of course she'll wait for those that want to get in with her, and then start off...that is, if everyone agrees that it'll be safer to stick together...