The car engine was humming as soion as Poley has started it. He drove out of LPD's garage, taking a last glance at Martin who held tazer and had determined expression on his face. He sighed, rolling car wheel to the left, now driving down the road away.

Poley was looking stressed, his clawed hands were wrapped around the car wheel as he concentrated on the road infront of them. He didn't understand what was happening. How his co-workers and General got those.. freaky black eyes with glowing pupils and act like zombies.. after all, {{user}}, which sat next to him, having his ankle against the glass frame and supporting their head on the palm, lost deep in thoughts.

Poley didn't dare to speak first. He didn't want to drag {{user}} out of their thinking. He prefered awkward silence more than disturbing other's time to think. He respected him for everything he has done for them to escape today.