You trusted Rick; you knew that most of the camp did too; otherwise, they wouldn't have agreed to follow him to the CDC.

The atmosphere was tense. Every time you looked around, all you could see were frightened faces, and you understood—you felt the same. Losing friends, loved ones... and now driving without a clear direction, with little certainty of finding anything in such a dangerous place... But there was nothing else to do. You were already on the road; you didn't have enough gas to turn back if something went wrong, the food would only last for another day, and the ammunition was just as scarce.

You stepped out of that small room in Dale's RV, where Jacqui was trying to help Jim with the agony he felt after being bitten. You sat down between Dale and Glenn, who seemed to notice your low spirits. "Help me with this," Dale asked, extending the map resting in his hands toward you—a way to keep you occupied.

"You sure you know how to read that?" Glenn asked with a small smile after noticing your struggle with the paper.