To no surprise, Luke and Clementine share the same line of thought. As much as he’d let Nick rest a half hour longer at the very least, they’d be increasingly hard-pressed to find shelter, food, water, and supplies -- and with only one survivor destined to emerge victorious he can’t see any of it being available to a great extent or for very long. Time was siding against them and every second that slipped away only stacked the odds higher against them.

Keeping to a room with one of the exits blocked off wasn't the safest either, he muses. There's no knowing who - or what - might enter from the other side.

“Okay y’all,” He looks between Nick and Clem, seeking their attention, their agreement. It comes as a relief when he doesn’t have to urge Nick to his feet prematurely – though he does eye him, prepared to steady him if need be. “Keep your eyes open for anythin’ that seems like it could be useful - we'll probably have to get creative here. We’re lookin’ for food, water, better weapons, an’ medical supplies. Someplace to rest would be nice.” Then, to Nick: “We'll see if we can find somethin' for that burn.”