She wasn't following him, no. She'd just happened to bump into him now but she wanted to know where he was going. Once his body collapsed, the woman unsheathed her knife and remained cautious. Amy could not tell what exactly had happened though she feared he'd been bitten. Taking a step forward, slowly, the flaxen-haired female spoke, though he wouldn't hear. "Hey you." Cautious step after step was taken until she put her boot against his leg and nudged him. No bites were seen. "Get up."
Georgian heat was the worst that Jake had ever seen. Maybe it was the suffocating humidity that he still hadn't become accustomed to. He was used to the dry air of the western half of the United States. Jacoby had been on the search for more water after he ran out a few miles back. The boot against his leg jarred him from unconsciousness and the first face he saw was that of a blonde girl he had never laid eyes on. It startled him and made him jump. "Who... the hell are you?"