"Banjo, got it from my grandpa before he went and retired in Florida," and Mabel had always wanted to resent him for that, the only family member that she ever liked, but she could never quite blame him for leaving. It was just a shame that she had waited so long to follow, and she doubted she'd see him again. "Not that I think he's still alive," although York was a tough man and wouldn't have gone down without a fight, she didn't want to sound as helplessly delusional like the family Mitch had mentioned, traveling across the country for relatives that probably no longer existed. "But used to send me post cards of the beaches and the palm trees and how it didn't even snow in winter," and there really wasn't anywhere else she could think of to go.
"No? I've been stopping everywhere, sight-seeing and all. Zombies infesting everywhere. Thought about visiting Graceland, but I missed the exit. Got all these pamphlets from the welcome centers and even explored some caves," she rambled off, sounding far too excited than appropriate, taking her road trip as some sort of carefree vacation. She had all the time in the world, after all. "Ran into a few others, but I wasn't adopting any children or changing my plans to tag along to provide protection to some fuckheads I don't care about." Mabel really didn't care if she came off as cold-hearted.