Jake watched as Heather turned to face him. She sure did have a nice ass. He began to wonder what sort of...but he quickly pulled his mind back to more important matters. It was very likely that him and the brunette, as well as the others inside, would be seeing a lot of each other in the next who knew how long. Could be a day, month, a year. It all depended on how long they could stay alive. Jake had been a boyscout for a couple years while in middle school. They had been taught different survival skills, but he doubted any of them would actually work in the kind of situation they were in. No one taught you how to survive a zombie apocalypse.  Sure, there were books that showed various strategies for surviving a zombie attack, such as where to go for safety, what supplies to bring, how to kill a zombie...but all of that was meant for a humorous read. Not reality. It reminded him of a quote from one of his favorite zombie movies, Dawn of the Dead,<em>"Just shoot them in the head! They seem to go down permanently if you shoot them in the head. Then, you gotta burn them!"</em><br/><br/>Jake raised an eye brow at what Heather had to say. No where to go? Well, if they weren't in a totally messed up situation where the world could be ending, then Jake would gladly invited the girl back to his motel room. That would be a place to go. Or over to where his truck was parked. Her bent over the hood of his truck. Yeah, that was a good image. Much better than the image of a zombie ripping the limbs off of its next meal. "There's always a place to fucking go." Jake replied. A grocery or convenience store, a mall, a fire station. Scratch that. That was probably where the majority of people would be heading in attempts to flee the rising dead. And that was the last place Jake wanted to be - with a bunch of other people, where one infected person could lead to the rest of them turning into ravenous cannibals intent on devouring any and all alive persons.<br/><br/>Jake watched for a moment as the girl in front of him shook her head at something before asking him what he suggested they should do. Well, if he had his way, he'd drive right on back to Lansing, but that was most definitely out of the question. The highway was guaranteed to be an absolute mess, with everyone trying to flee town. The best option would be to stay where there was the least amount of people. Thankfully they were a good half an hour from downtown Detroit. Jake wasn't even sure if they were technically in Detroit, or a surrounding suburb. He hoped for the later option. Jake didn't know Detroit particularly well, being that he'd only been there on a handful of occasions. "Well, it's pretty obvious. Stay away from the most populated areas of the city. We're what...a good twenty or thirty minutes from downtown," Jake paused for a moment to look the girl over quickly, "You look like a Detroit type girl..where would you suggest we go?" Jake finished, forcing himself to concentrate on the situation facing them, and not what kind of panties the brunette was pairing.<br/>