I sat down beside Tommy.
That was already a decision in itself. I wanted to hear what he actually had to say before I decided whether he was really good or not.
He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees and looked at the floor for a moment, like he was organizing it before putting it into words.
"After you left that day, we got out too. Eventually." He exhaled slowly. "We had cars, we had a rough plan, we thought we knew what we were doing. We didn't." A short, humorless breath escaped his lips. "Every time we thought we had a route clear, there were more Infected than we expected. We had to abandon cars twice. We lost people making those calls, people who couldn't move fast enough, people who were in the wrong car when we had to leave it." He paused. "We were too optimistic about how it would go. I think we all knew that somewhere, we just didn't want to say it out loud."
"Plans rarely survive contact with this world," I said. "Especially early on."
