Chapter 921: Confusion - Another Armed Convoy?

Before anything else, I think I'm a good guy—well, I try to be most of the time, but in this case, even if those people blocking us were victims and being used as bait, the risk of trying to find out and resolve things like sensible adults was just too fucking much, the only choice we had for them except for moving out the way was get hit by our cars or get shot.

Even if they didn't have evil intentions, they should've replied to our announcement, because they have communications equipment, and/or they should've just minded their own business, but they chose neither.

Since Quinn was driving my Raptor, it wasn't a question of whether she'd follow with Jesus and his crew but I did have to radio into whoever's driving the Raycolt to floor the gas pedal.

They weren't even the ones that would make direct contact, but it was all so that they wouldn't get left behind.