"<strong>You've got to be kidding me.</strong>" Heather said before biting her lip. They were right back where they started. "<strong>I don't want to say it, but maybe we should just wait this out. Not forever, of course not, but there's no point in us adding to the pani--</strong>"<br/><br/>Quinn, practically on cue, burst out of the lobby with a sulking Katsumi in tow. Heather just watched the two make their way to room 17 and kept watching as Katsumi went back to the lobby in much the same fashion that she left. The brunette tried hard to think of something to say but nothing was coming until Miss Gown went to an uncharacteristic truck and then off into the lobby again. Deciding that she really didn't want to depend on that girl if she needed, the athletic teen covered the distance between herself and Jake, practically looking at him at eye-to-chest level. "<strong>The one thing we can't do is act like that.</strong>"<br/><br/>For the next couple of minutes, Heather watched those in the lobby, looked at the areas that she could from where she stood around the motel, and was desperately trying to think of what they should do. As far as she could tell, this place was safe for the moment. Car honks, loud screams, and the occasional gunshot were the only things made her think otherwise. It was all far enough away to give her the comfort of knowing that standing out here in the middle of a parking lot wasn't the stupidest thing to do.<br/><br/>"<strong>Is there a radio or a TV in your room?</strong>" Heather asked calmly. Or as calm as a zombie apocalypse would allow. "<strong>We're not leaving here. We can't. We'll only get ourselves in shit. Whether it be overzealous fuckers with guns that will protect whatever they've got, or zombies, we have to wait until this... settles in.</strong>" The idea sent a shiver up the girl's spine. Thinking about walking around her old neighbourhood with zombies eating whatever flesh they find. Augh.<br/><br/>Heather's ears perked up at the noise of a car. There were plenty going through every now and again, but the engine was something more... beastly, than your average one. It got closer and the noise eventually turned into a Charger that unceremoniously parked itself in front of the lobby. From what she could tell, there were three people in the car. They were all pre-occupied with each other to really pay attention to Jake and Heather, which suited her fine - even with the tinted windows in the back, the 'Convicted Felon' orange was as bright as day.<br/><br/>"<strong>Where's a cop when you need one, huh?</strong>" Heather repeated what she said maybe ten minutes ago. Funny how these things work out.