"Why the hell did we stop the cars in the middle of the damn road like this?!"
Billy's voice carried excessive volume given our current situation—loud enough that I grimaced reflexively, already imagining how far that sound might carry through empty streets and potentially alert infected to our presence before we'd even begun proper reconnaissance.
"Yeah, seriously! Shouldn't we have just driven straight into Atlantic City with the cars?" Kyle added with equal volume and even more indignation, as if we'd personally offended him by requiring a short walk. "This is stupid—we're wasting time and energy when we could be driving!"
The complaints had started almost immediately after we'd exited the vehicles, Brad's faction apparently unable to tolerate even minimal physical exertion or caution without voicing their displeasure.
