Yes; She grabs her Bike.

Jessica nods as she does as her dad asks. Checking it for gas before returning to grab her scoped rifle, she removes the old street motorbike from the back of the RV. Slinging in in her back, Jessica climbs into the bike; it rises as she brings it to life.

“I’ll honk the horn twice when it’s safe to come back down. Three times means to run, understand?”

“Yes, just hurry,” she says before pulling the throttle and shooting off. The bike has tires designed for the harsh off-road terrain. She is driving away from the highway towards the nearby cliff. She begins driving up the side, zig-zagging up forgotten trails before reaching the top.

Jessica wastes no time dismounting her bike as she runs to the cliffside, pulling her rifle off her back. Raising it to her eyes, she looks down the scope trying to find her father...

As she looks through the scope she sees her father still working on the tire and she sighs in relief. She then begins to scan up and down the highway. Looking for anything that could be suspicious. Travelers, wreckage, anything.... she was raised to trust no one.

The sight ahead of them seemed clear, the road empty, but as she scanned back to face the way they came, she could see a large dust cloud in the air and moving down the highway...