"Are you messing with me, Billy?" Luke asked. "I don't know if I can survive another day in this hell and you want me to cross three hundred miles to search for your family? Three hundred miles of roads filled with zombies and monsters? I will have an easier time swimming in the Atlantic and reaching Italy."
"I know, it will be hard, but if you survive until now, I am sure that you can keep doing it," Billy said. "Besides, you can have vehicles and fuel lying around everywhere… please, Luke. I really need to confirm how they are. Help me with that, and if you find them, I will bring you to your parents, even if I have to throw away my position in the army by stealing an airplane."
