"Morning sunshine," I said to Jesse as I walked in.
"That was the Chinese right?" Jesse asked looking nervous.
"Yeah it was," I said "We've got a big problem now. There is only way way to the interstate and that's the way they were headed. So even if they do go that far, they're going to have to turn around at some point and will be likely to head back this way."
"What does that mean for us?" he asked.
"It means they know what the car looks like and we're certain to run into them if we keep driving toward Seattle."
"Shit..."
"So we have a choice now," I replied, wishing I didn't have to place them at this crossroad. "We either risk the open road and be out-manned and outgunned by that convoy or we head through the woods going north, we'll have to hike until we come across a road in safe territory, which could be a hundred or more miles."
"That would take years!" Jesse exclaimed.
"No, not years, but at least a week or more." I said.