Snippet #2309436

John could have been a little bit miffed of at the woman's comment, but as he always would he forgave and forgot. The apocalypse will do things to people the normal world never could, bring out the worst in the best, make even the calmest of people the most dangerous. Not John though, miraculously. There must have been reasons he was so kind at such a time, but nobody had ever stuck around long enough to hear them. Maybe that was about to change as Dean had moved into the picture.

Even though John had not got the answer he wanted he nodded and smiled, showing manners. "Sorry to be of disturbance mam." John turned and started walking back to the bus, he knew Dean was waiting to get going. As he turned he noticed the child and the two teenagers looking relatively happy, maybe hungry. The girl and boy were both sorting out the fruit that had been sprawled everywhere and the little girl was talking with the woman who had just blew him off. It was almost everything was normal for a second, seeing the girl and pair. Something about the way they were acting, their general attitude. It's things like that which keep the world spinning, there needs to be someone around to teach the next generation to rebuild.

As John neared the bus a woman stopped to talk, as John looked into her big green eyes he instantly saw a kind, caring woman whom was definitely no trouble. John smiled as she started to speak. "Hello sir, I'm Jillian. I'm looking for a ride for my children and I. Would you happen to have room on your bus for three more passengers?.. If you take us, I have containers of gas at my trailer not far from here." He could have jumped and whooped for joy but he didn't, John stood, taking little time to decide the answer. Quickly looking back to the bus he saw Dean watching him from a window, holding a thumb up to his friend. As John turned for a second anyone could have sworn he actually gave off a positive aura.

"Miss there is no question about it, you have a ride for your children and yourself. As soon as we fill my baby up we can get going, feel free to step on board and make yourself at home. I'll show you where the tins are, feel free to grab something for your children and of course yourself. You can point us in the direction of this trailer when you feel like leaving." As John felt there had been enough talking he stepped up and into the bus, the door already opened by Dean. He sat in the drivers seat and contemplated their next move, there had been rumors of a safe zone to the west but they were nothing to go by. John's thoughts shifted from the game plan to the new additions to the group, or temporary additions. The promise of fuel sounded good, maybe too good. No, there was no way a woman with children was out to deceive anyone, she had enough to worry about. Looking after her children in such a hostile environment.

Out of boredom and general nothing-to-do-ness Dean dragged a bag of weapons to his seat and started loading the unloaded weapons up, just in case of an emergency where you had to grab a gun and fast, the last thing you wanted to do was pick up an empty weapon. Quickly realizing he would look daunting, possibly menacing he dropped the bag on the floor and shifted it underneath his seat, out of the reach of children, the last thing anyone wanted was a young one picking up a loaded glock without thinking.