Driving with a broken hand was harder than Cutter had thought it would be, and he was glad he'd used his left hand to punch the wall - that way he didn't have to use his injured hand to shift gears. In hindsight it had been one of his dumbest ideas to let out some of his anger that way, though it was certainly smarter than knocking out the next person that crossed his path. Most people wouldn't understand why he was so worked up about losing his wallet, but they didn't know what exactly that picture in there meant to him. And he sure as hell wouldn't tell them. Talking about feelings was his personal idea of hell, and he had bottled those up for so long because he was afraid that if he would let himself go through it he'd end up like his crazy ass mother, spend most of his days in a near catatonic state and who knew, maybe he would even find himself a corpse to live with. Having a long family history with people that went nuts didn't exactly help him deal with anything, but the constant cycle of anger and misery at least kept him going.
Because sleeping was nearly impossible with a hand that hurt every time he tried to move he had spent a good deal of the night brooding over maps. Back in the day some people had laughed at him because he preferred planning routes the old fashioned way instead of using GPS, but most of them, if they hadn't been eaten by now anyway, wouldn't have been able to find a bathroom in a mall. At least planning their trip was something useful to do and sure beat wandering around with all the others that didn't seem to be able to sleep. Cutter didn't feel much like socializing on a good day, with broken fingers, sleep-deprived and worked up over the loss of the picture he was about as safe for others to be around as a rabid dog.
Addie - he still couldn't make himself think of her as Adelaide - made him chuckle, which was pretty close to a miracle. He could relate, he'd pick a horde of zombies over most people any given day. "You know what I really miss? A fucking door to slam into people's faces." Not literally, of course. At least most of the time. It was pretty quiet around where they slept, but the fact that everyone seemed to be running around constantly really got to him.
Cutter's eyebrow raised at her tone of voice and he shook his head, deciding to ignore everything she had said. He knew damn well what to do and what he better didn't, he also knew that hitting a wall with full force was a pretty stupid idea so he'd live with the consequences now. And they wanted to build a chicken coop, not haul around blocks of marble. At least he hoped they wouldn't, sometimes some people, especially those of the female kind, seemed to get strange ideas. "Stay put, I'll make sure it's safe." he grumbled and left the truck he had backed up to the doors. They were open, so the hardware store could be filled to the brim with freaks. Having to tell Rodeo that his sister's head had been chewed off was not an option, so he pulled his gun and went inside.
A few minutes and shots later he came back, glancing around before waving at her to follow him. Cutter had gotten a pretty good idea of the store's layout and he hoped they would be able to get this over with quickly, although there was a section with decorations that had told him otherwise.