Not a chance.

I grab both of her wrists and lift Emma back to her feet.

"Em we're not safe here. We don't know what those things came for or if we're being followed." I look around. "This is a road. I dunno where it goes, but it goes somewhere. It's got to be somewhere better than here."

"What about Jack? We may never find him." The tears were leaking out and formed lines in the dirt on her face.

"That guy's probably dead, Emma." With that I turned away and started walking. I couldn't face her because I had started to cry too. I didn't want her to see me cry.

Emma follows close behind kicking the rocks. We don't talk.