We formed plans, we counted rounds, we made our peace. The road out of town is choked with undead, and we knew it would be hard going, that not everyone would get through. But we were running out of food.
After an hour we were only two blocks down the street and our numbers were halved. The biggest, strongest, most confident are all gone: they were in the lead. With them their guns. We had to go back. We had to.
One man, three women, and six kids, one in a wheelchair. I’m really afraid that was our only chance.