Sam drove our car while Shilo and I sat in the back seat with our hands tied. The car ride has been painfully awkward. The tension in the air from yesterday's brawl is still thick enough to cut with a knife. I sat with my body turned a little, and watched out of the window as we passed trees and and the infected, abandoned cars, and dead bodies.
Sam left the windows up, thankfully. My only hope was that while we were trapped in the church, we wouldn't have to kill any of the infected. I have found that as long as the rotten glasses inside of them stay that way, then I'm able to stay on two feet and not go into a full blown panic attack. We were getting close to Havenshire, and my nerves were beginning to skyrocket.
If this goes bad, there's no telling what would become of us.
We approached the bridge, weaving through all of the abandoned vehicles. Sam slowed to stop, unbuckling his seat belt. He turned around and faced us.
