The driver didn't bother to help Jenifer out, and instead Jeffrey appeared from seemingly out of nowhere and pushed her out of the truck. Pushing him away in anger, she turned around and glanced at her surroundings, not even considering helping the helpless people still remaining in the trunk.
Zac spoke up about an injury, and immediately Alex went over to assist the guy. Jenifer rolled her eyes, thinking that what Alex was doing was a total waste of time and could have been done at a later time when they all weren't under the attack of Roamers.
The driver commanded everyone to gather their gear, follow him, and for the people with weapons, don't fire until they're one hundred percent sure there is a zombie out there. Jenifer grunted with anger. If she had a gun, she would've been shooting aimlessly around the surroundings in front of her to get rid of the unlucky Roamers that would take her bullet.
After the driver stopped talking, Jenifer stormed up to Zac, hands on her waist. Alex was by him, a pistol in her hands. "Can you explain to me why you're so concerned about your pathetic little wound right now that you have to waste Alex's time, who has a weapon that could probably have saved us all." looking at Zac and Alex with vicious eyes, Jenifer turned and walked away from them both.
Everybody on Truck Eighteen sure did know how to strike Jenifer's nerves.
When the group entered the freezing water, Jenifer couldn't take it. She backed out, trying to hold in her extremely loud and attention-catching scream, but failed miserably. Letting it out, it went on for a considerable amount of time. Knowing that her scream probably caught some Roamer's attention, Jenifer shrieked again in panic. Louder this time.