Jackson shook his head and winced at those memories in his head. Other survivors. He had his fair share of stories and not all of them were "good" stories. A few, he'd rather just forget and let it be gone. It would be better if it just hadn't happened ever. At all.

But she focused on moving forward which was probably for the best. Jackson eagerly leapt on the chance to ignore his own memories and paced toward the edge of the buildings. "Well, that's what I was trying to figure out. I know that the main hoard of zombies will be traveling toward this location, especially since those guys can send out that stupid signal thing."

He hadn't entirely figured it out but he knew that somewhere in that silly hivemind of theirs... they could locate each other and communicate somehow.

"But the safest pathway is... kind of hard to figure out. The main heart of the city is dangerous but it has the most supplies. The farther out you go, the less supplies and the less..." he waved his hand around in a circle as he tried to gather the word. "Cover?"