There were a few times when I didn’t think we were going to make it between coming close to running out of gas, the undeads, congested roads, and other survivors trying to take our supplies. Henry got into a few fist fights with other survivors. The last fight, I had to have Nick pull him off of the douchebag before he killed him. We spent about half of our ammunition. Henry was worried that we wouldn’t have enough to get us to Gunther. The meeting point was supposed to be at one of the ports in North Carolina. I was almost hoping that Gunther wouldn’t be there. I didn’t think I could handle another Kellan situation. I had already seen Henry and Gunther duke it out once, and it wasn’t pretty. Gunther was bigger. Henry’s speed did give him a run for his money, though. I snapped out of my thoughts when I realized Henry was pulling the truck over to the shoulder of the highway. “Nature calls. Nick? Thomas?”
