[He shuts up and follows after Caesar as he's told, focused on more on just trying to keep up while also being surprised at how quickly and easily Caesar's able to navigate the streets. At least until he vaguely remembers that there was a time where the streets was all Caesar had, then it makes a hell of a lot more sense to Joseph.]

[He's about to start complaining again, however, the longer they're running. It just seems better to stop and stand their ground than keep this up, but then Caesar is more or less tossing Joseph into a toolshed.]

What the fu--[He lowers his voice, remember that maybe making noise is not the best decision.] What the fuck, Caesar? This is the best you could up with? This is your plan? Hide out in a toolshed?

[He expected better. Smarter. Maybe something a little more dangerous. Either way, definitely not this.]

Great. I'm sure they'll never think to look in here. It's not like they're willing to scour the entire damn town and look under every rock for us. You do know there's a difference between a bullshit plan and a bullshit pla--