Louis was not paying much attention at the time, as he was too focused on his own thoughts to be paying much attention, which could be dangerous in this world nowadays. He was thinking about family, mainly his sister. The apocalypse took a lot out of his old self, but he kept confident and strong for the group he is now in charge of. He rubbed his eyes before Joshua's voice brought him back to the horrible world.
They were running short on supplies, and they weren't getting any closer to ground zero staying here. With all the zeds migrating towards here, it would be best to leave before they get here. Even though they all seem to have matured over the time, he still worried well for the younger members in their rag tagged group. Being the oldest there was strange to him. He was a legal adult, but he still felt like a kid, and sometimes even he wished there was an adult to take control. He always worried what would happen if someone would die on his hands. He shook away the horrible thought and put his hand to his face, giving off a small sigh.
"I guess your right, we can't stay here for much longer...We should probably begin packing up and leave when the fire clears...I don't know about the route although...any ideas?" he had asked no one in particular. It's only been about a week, but stress was starting to show on the poor guy: lack of sleep, general nervousness and sometimes he would snap out at people at random.