on a roadchip to California with the 'savior of mankind' had to be one of your worst experiences you've had in this whole fucked up apocolypse.

You tilted your head slightly to the side to look at Murphy who was picking at his teeth.

murphy turned his head slowly, his eyes scanning you. " what? " Murphy said in his usally sarcastic tone as he crossed his jacket and arms over his body, scooting away from you.