"I don't see any bodies....Whatever was here musta been organized enough to dispose of 'em before they became a problem. I really don't want to have a run in with someone packing machine guns and explosives, especially if they know how to use them. If they blew up the defenders before they knew what was coming, they where probably aggressive too. If the defenders set up here they must have a shelter nearby, they ain't exactly going to drive out here, but its probably been picked clean. Anyway, we saw plenty of Rotters on the bridge, and this fight doesn't look like a recent one. Probably means we are at least a few days behind them, unless they had just gone around the things we burned up loaded down with heavy weapons."
Luke sits down on something that looks relatively comfortable and puts his hand under his chin.
"Someone took out the bridge, which is a pretty clear 'don't come this way' if ya ask me. Whoever it was at least had enough explosives to waste on a bridge, going that way might mean clashing with whoever did it. We ain't in a hurry, no reason to take a direct route. Route 18 is probably the best way to go. We could find where ever the defender's shelter was and squat down there for long enough to get everyone back to a hundred-percent, maybe waiting a day or two for the assaulter to hopefully go further away from us. Then we can make the trip at night, when we can hopefully get close enough to whatever humans want us dead to hit em back."